QUEUE
During the fifty days, there were many queues.
Queues started, then disappeared. There were queues, and there still are. New queues started when the truce began.
A queue for bread, the first queue. Thousands of people standing in a queue in front of the bakery to get the permitted amount of bread, barely enough for one day for a family of 5 people. An orderly queue.
But from time to time, there is a selfish person who pushes himself in front of others, so problems arise. It ends up with him being shoved far away until he takes his proper place in the queue.
These queues disappeared bit by bit. In Nuseirat, for example, there were four bread bakeries. The Israelis bombed two of them. So there were bigger queues at the remaining bakeries until there was no more flour in the market and the gas, upon which the baking and dough-making machines depended, was all used up.
What happened in Nuseirat happened in all the cities of the Gaza Strip.
Half the bakeries in the Gaza Strip were bombed and collapsed on the heads of those working all night long, preparing the bread to answer the needs of the people. And some closed their doors when there was no more flour left in the market.
And so, in a scheduled way, the people were driven towards famine.