OPINION: My 36 anxious hours facing terror on the Gaza border

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OPINION: My 36 anxious hours facing terror on the Gaza border

Gillian with a soldier and part of Path to Peace mosaic
Gillian with a soldier and part of Path to Peace mosaic

By Gillian Walnes Perry

Gillian with a soldier and part of Path to Peace mosaic
Gillian with a soldier and part of Path to Peace mosaic

LAST MONTH, my husband Elon Perry, a retired journalist with experience of covering and fighting in Israel’s wars, wanted me to experience another type of trip in Israel other than just to visit family.

He wanted me to experience what it is like for Israeli families living on the Gaza border under the constant threat of rockets; to spend 36 hours in the immediate conflict area, including one night at Netiv Ha’Asara, a moshav just 200 metres from Gaza. At first the idea was scary, but then I realised it as a way to see what others have endured. The fact Elon had been a reserve soldier in Gaza for 16 years made me feel more secure.

He had made contact with Tsemeret Zamir, a fantastic woman who lives in Netiv Ha’Asara, the closest community to the border. Her home faces the security wall, a constant grey concrete reminder of the hatred just a few metres away from her kitchen. She invited us to stay the night and join her family for dinner, but I was quietly fearful.

A talented ceramicist, Tsemeret has developed her own form of resistance to the constant fear; a project called Pathways to Peace. She encourages visitors to her studio to make small pottery flower and animal shapes, which they then glue on to a huge colourful mosaic on the side of the grey concrete security wall facing towards Gaza [see picture, right, of Gillian and a soldier]. Alongside the mosaic, a large painted dove of peace and the words shalom and saalam confront the Gazans.

To celebrate the last night of Chanukah, the children came out to walk defiantly in procession around the moshav’s perimeter fence. We followed the half-hour journey of the children, some as young as three, as they marched defiantly along the darkened pathway, lit only by the lamps, torches and flares they carried aloft. They then sat by the camp fire to eat and sing songs.

I asked some teenagers how they felt living so close to the hostility and they said they just get on with it and don’t let fear get the better of them.

Tsemeret herself had grown up locally, living as a neighbour with the Gazans and, before the 2014 war, had warm relations with many of her Palestinian neighbours, popping back and forth across the border to shop and see friends.

Although some in her community felt her wall art project was one of idealism, she said Israelis living on the border tended to have more sympathetic feelings towards Gazans than those in the Tel Aviv “bubble”.

She told us children of the moshav (she has four) did suffer from trauma-induced psychological problems, particularly when they saw the rockets coming right over their houses. But because of the moshav’s strong and supportive sense of community, she, her husband and children would not wish to live anywhere else. I had never felt so encouraged by the spirit of young children.

On the way back to dinner, we spoke to a patrol of young IDF soldiers who were guarding the area. As we left the young man who would spend a cold December night in his lookout bunker, my sense of fear heightened. What could he do if any rockets were fired tonight? Scenes from the 2014 Gaza war came back to me and I was anxious.

After dinner, Tsemeret drove us along the border between Gaza and Israel to the neighbouring kibbutz, Yad Mordechai. The lights of the Gazan town of Bet Hanoun, from where most rockets are fired, were visible across the dark Israeli fields.

We heard a fascinating talk on the current situation by well-known journalist Alon Ben-David but I was anxious about sleeping so close to the line of Gazan fire, and it took me a long time to get to sleep. Although Elon slept soundly, I woke up at least three times, thinking about what sound a rocket makes when it is fired and how long it would take to run to one of the shelters (the warning siren allows only 14 seconds).

During the night, a dog barked. I feared an intruder, as Tsemeret had said one of the terrorists’ tunnels was found near their house. The sound of a helicopter circling overhead reminded me that this was a war zone, but gave confidence that someone was looking out from above.

Eventually, morning came. I woke up thankful for a peaceful night and full of admiration for these new Maccabeans living their lives as best they can down on the Gazan border.
• Gillian Walnes Perry, MBE, is co-founder of the Anne Frank Trust. This article is written in a personal capacity

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