At dawn, Abbas lights a cigarette and looks into the distance, at the rugged West Bank landscape. He hasn’t slept all night: he spent it thinking of his family under the bombs in Gaza, over one hundred kilometres away. His only objective for the day is the same as any other day: to be able to talk to them.
“All my family is in Gaza, scattered between the north, and Khan Yunis and Rafah in the south. My wife and kids are living in a tent: they have already been displaced four times since the start of the war. At times they slept in the street, in mosques or in abandoned buildings. My four children are between five and 14 years old, can you imagine?” says Abbas clearing his throat. “Every morning at dawn, I try to reach them by phone to know if they survived the night. Some days, communications are cut off and I have to wait for days to hear from them.”
Abbas is a so-called ‘Gazan worker’: a Palestinian from Gaza who used to commute to Israel for work. Every month, he would cross the border from the north of the Strip, where his home was, to go to work in an iron factory for a few weeks and return home for a three-day break. Since his dad passed away, as the oldest surviving family member, he has also been responsible for the rest of his family, including his brothers and sisters.