If these were “normal” circumstances, we could deal with it. I remember not long ago when we would complain because the power was out for 12 hours a day. Now I long for those days. These aren’t normal times, these are worse than even “shitty” times. This is no life.
Every day, every hour, I think: what time is the power coming, how long has it been off now? When will the water come?
The drinking water truck has stopped coming around. The people who purify the water can’t do so without electricity, and they can’t deliver the water without gas.
We’re not asking for a lot: water and electricity.
Who hears our voices? Does anyone?
This was the main message in our conversation, but of course other complaints escaped as well: how incredibly boring and disorienting it is to have almost entire days, every day, without power. No computers, can’t charge cell phones, no light, no contact from or to the outside world, no electricity to power space heaters for the few that have them, little means of getting to or from work (if fortunate enough to have work).
Then I see in the news about the critical effects on Gaza’s hospitals:
“More than 80% of patients in the Gaza Strip are threatened to terrible health status and possibility of death due to lack of electricity.
…some 404 of dialysis patients are at risk of death for their treatment is totally based on electricity, …100 children exist in special care are threatened to death .
…72% of the diesel storage has just run out from Gaza hospitals, …Gaza hospitals will be in a complete paralysis in case of not provided with more fuel.”
No life without water, electricity, not in an area rendered dependent on power and food aid, where even candles’ price soars.
Gulp. Fluorinated, chlorinated, otherwise poisoned water never tasted so good. At least we have it, at least it is WHO-acceptable, for whatever that is worth (95% of Gaza’s water is not).