In the basement, the family begins the night at their allotted sleeping spaces,
but as the hours pass, draw closer together until women and children are
huddled together in a pile of blankets. The women have slept little, and look
exhausted. There are 5 or 6 children under the age of 5, touselled hair and
solemn faces. The oldest boy's face is pinched and distorted with anxiety.
Explosions are sporadic; sometimes far off, sometimes close. The drone of
Israeli aircraft is constant. Fragments of news come by the phone. Attack
beside Al Shifa hospital; windows break onto patients. Security and Protection
Forces attacked. Al Aqsa TV channel attacked. Plastic factory attacked. Al
Asaraya building. The number of dead increases in small leaps.
but as the hours pass, draw closer together until women and children are
huddled together in a pile of blankets. The women have slept little, and look
exhausted. There are 5 or 6 children under the age of 5, touselled hair and
solemn faces. The oldest boy's face is pinched and distorted with anxiety.
Explosions are sporadic; sometimes far off, sometimes close. The drone of
Israeli aircraft is constant. Fragments of news come by the phone. Attack
beside Al Shifa hospital; windows break onto patients. Security and Protection
Forces attacked. Al Aqsa TV channel attacked. Plastic factory attacked. Al
Asaraya building. The number of dead increases in small leaps.
Multiple reports that Israel is phoning people at home, telling them "any house
with weapons in it is a target and should be evacuated." And the usual calls
about "return Gilad Shalit and everything will be just fine"; as if any of
these civilians know the first thing about his detention. If they answer "we
don't have any weapons in our house and we don't have Gilad Shalit either,"
will Israel just bomb the next door neighbours instead?
At 4.30am - deafening bang, flare of fire, some of the windows break, the
children shriek and each mother grabs her child. One of the young women was on
the basement stairs, and she is carried in, sallow with shock and fear, to be
cradled by one of the older women. I give her honey sweets, since the more
desirable sugary tea appears beyond anyone's capacity to produce right now,
perhaps there is nothing even to heat water with. We cautiously venture up the
stairs; an unfeasibly large crater has appeared beside us, courtesy of an F16.
Olive trees are the only casualties, but this is a little field in amongst
residential houses. There is nothing here that even Israel, whose definition we
are learning is broad, could begin to describe as a legitimate target.
"Where is grandma?", asks one of the little girls. Grandma represents sweets
and other good things, which would be pretty welcome right now. "Grandma is in
paradise," is the weary answer. This past morning no-one could find any bread
in the nearby shops. Sara set off determined to track some down to feed the
grandchildren. The first sweep of attacks at 11am caught her in the street,
and left her covered in dust, dead from shrapnel. E knew her, was a friend of
her son (who himself has lost both his legs) and of her daughter-in-law who
feeds her small boy under the blankets beside me. So we came to pay our
respects, but fearing an Israeli army incursion as happened to them before, the
family asked us to stay. Sara's teenage daughter is helping care for the
children, but when things are quiet her face drifts into blankness.
In that first sweep of attacks, in about 10 minutes, 205 people were killed and
about 750 injured. Most government buildings and other social infrastructure
were destroyed. 80 Israeli planes and helicopters were involved in the attack
and over 100 bombs were dropped. So before tonight began, the hospitals and
mortuaries were full, the staff overwhelmed, the medical supplies exhausted. It
will be dawn soon and it is hard to imagine what we will find with the
daylight.
This will be posted shortly with photos attached at
http://talestotell.wordpress. com
Photos to go with this post can probably be found at http://talestotell.wordpress. com/, along with edited versions of these emails. Please feel free to link to it and invite people to visit it. Thank you!.
with weapons in it is a target and should be evacuated." And the usual calls
about "return Gilad Shalit and everything will be just fine"; as if any of
these civilians know the first thing about his detention. If they answer "we
don't have any weapons in our house and we don't have Gilad Shalit either,"
will Israel just bomb the next door neighbours instead?
At 4.30am - deafening bang, flare of fire, some of the windows break, the
children shriek and each mother grabs her child. One of the young women was on
the basement stairs, and she is carried in, sallow with shock and fear, to be
cradled by one of the older women. I give her honey sweets, since the more
desirable sugary tea appears beyond anyone's capacity to produce right now,
perhaps there is nothing even to heat water with. We cautiously venture up the
stairs; an unfeasibly large crater has appeared beside us, courtesy of an F16.
Olive trees are the only casualties, but this is a little field in amongst
residential houses. There is nothing here that even Israel, whose definition we
are learning is broad, could begin to describe as a legitimate target.
"Where is grandma?", asks one of the little girls. Grandma represents sweets
and other good things, which would be pretty welcome right now. "Grandma is in
paradise," is the weary answer. This past morning no-one could find any bread
in the nearby shops. Sara set off determined to track some down to feed the
grandchildren. The first sweep of attacks at 11am caught her in the street,
and left her covered in dust, dead from shrapnel. E knew her, was a friend of
her son (who himself has lost both his legs) and of her daughter-in-law who
feeds her small boy under the blankets beside me. So we came to pay our
respects, but fearing an Israeli army incursion as happened to them before, the
family asked us to stay. Sara's teenage daughter is helping care for the
children, but when things are quiet her face drifts into blankness.
In that first sweep of attacks, in about 10 minutes, 205 people were killed and
about 750 injured. Most government buildings and other social infrastructure
were destroyed. 80 Israeli planes and helicopters were involved in the attack
and over 100 bombs were dropped. So before tonight began, the hospitals and
mortuaries were full, the staff overwhelmed, the medical supplies exhausted. It
will be dawn soon and it is hard to imagine what we will find with the
daylight.
This will be posted shortly with photos attached at
http://talestotell.wordpress. com Photos to go with this post can probably be found at
http://talestotell.wordpress. com/, along with edited versions of these emails. Please feel free to link to it and invite people to visit it. Thank you!. 
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