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Imagine yourself, your spouse and your children, wandering around a 25 mile strip of land with nowhere to go. Hearing your babies and everyone around you crying out for pain of hunger, thirst and fear of death while rockets explode all around you. Random luck of being born a child of Gaza doesn't afford the protection of living under an iron dome, only the chance to live through an iron will. What would you do to survive?