Palestinians climb into trucks of humanitarian agencies returning from the northern part of the Gaza. At the first person: pain, despair and hopes in the ruins of Gaza Peace and safety The continuous struggle for survival in the conditions of the ongoing war in gas and, at the same time, the coverage of the terrifying world community of events became the daily duties of the UN News Service in the Enclave covered by the war. Today we publish personal notes of a journalist who, for security reasons, prefers to remain anonymous. “those who live here, in Gaza, do not need long explanations to understand the meaning of this war. It is enough for a few minutes to listen to what is happening around: planes are constantly buzzing over your head; Air strikes drown out everything except fear, which fills the space between our tents and penetrates into the depths of consciousness. Absolute darkness reigns at night, with the exception of outbreaks of explosions on the horizon. 60 > we fall asleep, knowing that awakening is not guaranteed. 60 > every morning to live, every night is another test for survival. Such is the harsh reality of the world around us. I am one of more than two million Palestinians living under the burden of continuous movement. I am the chronicler of the history of this war and the pain, bitterness and despair associated with it. ~ 60 > since our house was destroyed in November 2023, the leaked tent became the only refuge for us. My family members who were once only my personal world have now become the characters of the stories with which I share with the outside world. ~ > 62 ~ life here is simple and full of tragedies. 62 > 62 > 62 ~Sleep on naked earth, cooking food on wood and seek a piece of bread for a long time – this is not a choice, but a way of life imposed by the cruel realities of war. 60 > on the face of my eldest son, who is not even 14 years old, I see a reflection of the war that stole childhood and laid it over for his age. burden. 60 > he is well versed in the routes of water distribution, is desperate to bake, buying bread, and dutifully carries heavy canists. I feel unlimited pride in his courage, but at the same time I am not left by a painful sense of helplessness – I am not able to protect him from the horrors of what is happening around us. 62 > 62 > 62 > 62 > 62 > A children’s drawing, capturing the death of people trying to get food from a truck with humanitarian aid. oasis of hope my wife is trying to create an oasis of hope for our children. Two senior daughters continue to study online in narrow intervals of time between interruptions in the Internet. They read any books that can be obtained. The youngest daughter draws on shabby sheets of cardboard. The youngest son, who, for four years, seems to no longer remember the times when there was no roar of explosions around. We are helpless before his naive children’s questions. in gas we are deprived of the ability to receive more than 625 thousand children. This is due to the destruction of schools and the absence of a safe environment for learning. ~ 60 > the future of the whole generation is under threat. ~ 60 > testimony of war I work with with a group of other journalists. We wander between dilapidated hospitals and shelters. ~ 60 > we carry journalistic equipment not only to document the events, but also to be the voice of those whose voices are not heard. 62 ~~ 60 > 62 > 62 > 62 > suffering from a severe form of malnutrition, we listen to the story of a person who has lost everything because of the war, and we see the tears of a woman who is unable to feed her children. 62 ~~ 60 > 62 > 62 >We document a scene that is repeated from day to day: thousands of people are raffering by trucks, choosing grains of flour from the ground. ~ 60 > they no longer understand what they risk, because the hope is more expensive to get a little bread Life. 60 > each time on the routes of the motorcade and at the distribution points of help people die. 60 > we walk along the streets, listening to each sound, can be expected to be expected for any turn. end. 60 > no time surprisingly or sad, only constant stress and anxiety that have become an integral part of the DNA of people who survive here. 60 > this is a reality that is far from always captured by cameras. This is the daily truth that we are trying to convey to the world. Before the Israeli blockade, the UN Assistance System reached those who needed it the most. tears of our colleagues ~ 60 > we document the efforts of the United Nations and its humanitarian institutions. 62 ~~ 60 > I see how they sleep in their cars, to be closer to it, to be closer to it. Border points, as they cry, listening to the stories of my compatriots from the gase. There is not enough help. The border points are opened and closed completely suddenly, and some areas are left without deliveries for several days. ~ 60 > Western regions of the city of gas are overflowing. The tents are divided on every corner, on the sidewalks and among the ruins of destroyed houses, in terrifying conditions. ~ 60 > empty markets 62 ~ those who have money in bank accounts pay up to 50 percent for the withdrawal for withdrawal cash, and then they find that it is difficult to buy something in local markets. Everything that remains is sold at high prices. ~ 60 > vegetables in the shortage, and when they are, the cost of a kilogram can reach $ 30. Fruits and meat remained in distant memoirs. ~ 60 > healthcare system is in a collapse state: 85 percent of the gases no longer function in full, most of the diallysis and chemotherapy services have stopped their work. 62 > 62 > 62 > 62 > 62 > 62 > 62 > 62 > 62 > 62 > 62 > 62 > 62 > 62 > 62 > 62 > 62 > 62 > 62 > 62 > 62 oneMedicines for the treatment of chronic diseases are not available. I cannot provide the medical drugs of my parents, suffering from diabetes and hypertension, and there is no hope for an operation that could save my brother, who suffered as a result of an air raid. 62 > I am an eyewitness ~ 60 > sometimes I feel clamped between two personalities: a journalist documenting suffering and a person experiencing them. ~ 60 > possibly the main thing is the basic The mission of a journalist in gas: be a voice sounding from the very heart of the tragedy; convey to the world the realities of what is happening around. ~ 60 > each new day spent in the gas raises a new question: ~ 60 > will we succeed survive ?~ 60 > will our children return after water searches ?62 ~~ 60 > WHO is this war ? will the border borderline be opened points, so that you can get humanitarian aid ? .. ~ 60 > I am journalist. ~ 60 > I am father. ~ 60 > I – I moved face. I am an eyewitness. ”