Up on the roof as shells rain - Israel/Terrorism
Martin Chulov; 4/1/08
The copper-toned sand dunes of northern Gaza are an aromatic heaven that can turn into a lung-burning hell within seconds. Here, on a good day, the pungent scent of organically grown strawberries mixes like a gin and tonic with windblown spray from the nearby Mediterranean. Watermelon harvests add to the mix; so too steely grey smoke from narghile pipes that send apple-infused vapours wafting through alleys and doorways. If it wasn’t for the open sewer lakes to the south, two of which burst retaining walls early last year, drowning neighbourhoods and some homeowners in human waste, north Gaza could almost be a growers’ oasis, a rare dollop of comfort and hope among one of the most godforsaken places on earth.
See: http://www.theaustralian.news.com.au/story/0,25197,23002734-13480,00.html