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Shouts, a hurried evacuation, and then the bombs came



My colleagues’ shouts awakened me, and the pounding of my heart drowned out the racing of my mind. What was happening? Had someone been injured on the streets of Gaza City, or worse?

It was 1:55pm on Saturday. I had been napping on the upper floor of the two-floor penthouse that served as The…

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