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26.august 2020 Wesam Almadani- Gaza

26.august 2020 Wesam Almadani- Gaza

Hvordan er det å være på flukt eller i eksil når verden rammes av en pandemi? 11 forfulgte forfattere rapporterer fra sin hverdag i en digital dagbok. Bidrag nummer tjue er fra forfatter og aktivist Wesam Almadani. Wesam er nåværende fribyforfatter i Larvik.

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By Wesam Almadani

My glances quietly crept into the window and my body was hiding under the covers. I flip over my bed with open eyes, that I'm afraid to close. Whenever I try to, sick people pictures, which is filling the newspapers and screens, haunt me. Their bodies gradually turn into machines. At first, tubes and electrical sensors come out of their faces, and their eyes are painted red like the children's blood that they drink to survive. Then some develop into a tank and the other a plane, according to their weight and size, I think.

- How do I sleep with open eyes?

Hours go slow, I feel more suffocated. I longed to see my friend Nour and play with her, thinking of sneaking out and going to her house, ignoring the stone procedures. I was surprised by that memory, of the last time when I left the house during the war at a time similar to this time. The streets were empty and the stench of fear stifling wandering free. On that day, I went out without my mother's knowledge to see my school that I missed, and a bullet hit me. That day, my mother promised me that war would not be able to catch up with us, and when we leave this place, we will be free and safe.

The outside still frightens me, and the houses strangle me, despite their differences. I watch my legs wither as the garden blossoms more and climb the window. Our old house was a dark prison without electricity, surrounded by war on every side, and my home, despite its light, is another prison surrounded by creatures that gradually transform into everything we escaped from. Behind the locked doors everything is the same as loneliness, anxiety, bullet roughness, ambulances horns, and a fatal cough.

- Death lives in the streets, seizes opportunities.

Everything changed when the morning came, as the Prime Minister declared victory over the corona virus, I asked:

Where will the war get more tanks and planes from then?