Palestinian “survivors” in no-man’s land

The temperature in our tents rises with the sun every morning and plummets at dusk. The days are blazing hot, the nights are freezing cold and time feels like a dead weight in the desert.

We have to be creative to defeat boredom otherwise every moment becomes a burden. Children go to the makeshift school. Husbands help their wives with the endless task of cleaning or repairing the tents.