Then we went down into the street and the houses we were supposed to take over no longer existed
I remember one time that explosives were detonated in order to clear passage routes. They told us, “Take cover, it’s about to be used 100-150 meters away.” Then an explosion – I’ve never heard anything like it. Lamps crashing, it was insane – a crazy mushroom of fire, really crazy. Then we went down into the street and the houses we were supposed to take over no longer existed. Gone. [You] start walking up the stairs, and you walk two steps up and there are no more stairs – it’s destruction on a whole other level. When we left [the Gaza Strip], we went through all the wreckage, which used to be Beit Hanoun, and I really remember that. It was before the air force strikes on the neighborhood. We just couldn’t believe it – we kept asking ourselves, how does one even start to clear this up? We tried to think about what the family would go through when they returned to their home, and in the best-case scenario what’s left of the house is a bit of its floor and two walls. How does one go about cleaning all the wreckage? Who’s going to clean it up and how are they going to do it?