I have photos of the backs of men where Israeli men carved pictures, smiley faces, Stars of David, etc. in their skin. Women narrated stories to me of Israeli soldiers laying them, laying hundreds of women, on the ground and then taking their guns with laser and laughing, and wherever the laser landed, they shoot.

I spoke with a woman whose three year old daughter had both of her legs shattered…she was intentionally shot by a soldier…after they’d killed her son, shot him through the head, in what she described as tank fire, toying with them, for about 30 minutes, before they finally delivered the final blow.

People who’re fleeing their homes to get to the south having to walk with their hands up with their IDs and if anybody dares to look down or pick anything up, they’re picked off, they’re literally shot by snipers.

I spoke with a little girl, about eight years old, whose face was badly burned, but her injuries were the least in the whole families, the entire family had third degree burns all over their bodies.

People are being discharged from hospitals with wounds and going into tents where they don’t have running water and proper hygiene and getting horrible infections and dying from sepsis.

The food that does come in to Rafah is primarily canned food and most of it…and I’ve seen it and tasted it myself, it is stuff that has clearly been sitting on shelves for decades. All you can taste, really, is the rancidity, and metallic taste of the can.

People schedule their days around trying to get to a single, shared bathroom, that’s shared by hundreds of other families. They try to do their best with hygiene but it’s impossible.

People don’t have medicines. People are dying from lack of insulin, which, by the way, Israel has banned from coming into Gaza. They dying from diarrhoea because they’re drinking polluted water and Israel has also banned water filtration systems, even handheld ones, simple, personal, water filtration systems that Americans use when they go camping.

And, on top of that, they are bombed day in and out. Even in Rafah. When I was there, there was not a single night, that we didn’t hear bombs. And at least once, was close enough, that the building I was in shook and we thought that our building had actually been hit…And there was another moment too when a tent by a hospital where we had just been was bombed, they bombed a tent.