A neighbour in Gaza suffers from Alzheimer’s, having been displaced four times during the war. Despite his fading memory, he recalls the "victories" and recently said,
"We've won every time – what's new about this one?"
In a city of ruins, his memory holds a clear thought: every so-called victory ends in destruction, slogans, and silence. Gaza stands on the edge of exhaustion, with streets once filled with life now becoming corridors of dust.
Humanitarian concern is necessary, but without political honesty, it becomes a ritual that sustains the cycle. A vision of the Strip governed by civilians rather than militants is the minimum condition for recovery.
Author's summary: Gaza faces exhaustion and destruction.