The Only Sane Response To A Dystopian World Is To Have Radical Imagination
At sunrise in Gaza, fifteen years ago, a group of fishermen prepared their nets to set sail. Restricted to six nautical miles from shore by the recently imposed and illegal Israeli naval blockade, members of the Abu Bakr family, a fisherfolk clan from Al Shaati refugee camp, spoke of the sea as giver and taker of life.
It was weeks after the Cast Lead bombardment had stopped, a brief pause post massacre. We had accompanied Gazan ambulance services, working alongside committed and courageous paramedics as they responded to the devastation. A small, disparate group of international volunteers, trying to act as humble, hoped-for deterrence to the systematic targeting of Palestinian healthcare workers and bombing of ambulances.