Wednesday, January 17
ANOTHER GAZA REEL An unseeable child under rubble — unseeable but for one arm, jutting out of the sharp and rocky ruins, her fingers curling and uncurling. She must have heard the man calling out, here to haul hunks of a building off of the living — he hopes — calling out again and again, is anyone here? is anyone alive? Her fingers answer. Her fingers are her mouth and tongue now. Curling and uncurling, they say, I’m here. Over here! I’m here, over here, over here, over here. (Haleh Liza Gafori)