I can hear the explosions of the rockets. We also see the smoke when we look out the window. There is no other place to go, there is no safe place in Gaza. So we stay at my uncle's house and pray. We are used to it. During the last war in the winter 2008/2009 the Israelis even bombed a UNRWA school. Until then, we thought we were safe in the buildings of the UN or in schools.
My uncle's house is in Sabra, west of Gaza City in the Gaza Strip. There's no shelter, so we all stay together in one room downstairs. We are about 20 people here. Uncle and aunt, their children, some are already married and have children. At night nobody sleeps, everyone is so scared.