Imagine putting your ear right next to an industrial fan. Or imagine hearing a Formula 1 car circling your house. Or imagine a bunch of mosquitoes nesting on your eardrum. That’s kind of what Gaza sounds like right now. Even though you never know where they might strike next, I feel safe and unendangered, but I know that’s just my naivety popping in to say hello.

I’m mostly irritated. And frustrated at the gall of the IDF for punishing militants for a supposed crime that they haven’t yet committed, and their surprise that Gaza responded with rockets. Action and reaction- it’s basic physics.

And I’m sad for the ease with which over ten people were killed in one day. These days people die without even knowing why. Now, this does scare me.

With the heavy fist that is squashing our neighbours in Egypt and the constant menace from above, I suddenly realise how uncertain the future is. It is becoming a crazy world to live in.

Two days ago I was awoken by the loudest plane I’ve ever heard and, for a minute, I thought I was back in the UK and an aeroplane was passing overhead. It was an F-16, of course. I actually chuckled to myself when I imagined that, back home, I would have been woken up by chickens. Or heavy rain. Or the smell of homebaked bread.

Right now the drone is so low that they can probably see what I’m typing on my laptop (hi bitchezzz)

Life is bizarre and that’s all I have to say.

Unafraid. So bring it.