Photo“It doesn’t matter to me if they shoot me or not,” he said in a quiet moment inside his family’s tent. Mr. Gerim is typical in another way: He does not think of Gaza as his home, but he has no idea what home is. For Mr. Gerim, the family’s old property is an idea more than a place he can actually picture. Near him, a man fell, hit in the stomach by what seemed like a grenade fragment, Mr. Gerim said. And soon Mr. Gerim was singing again — this time a Lebanese tune of weariness with conflict.

Source: New York Times April 29, 2018 22:52 UTC