Picture: 670 days in Gaza … Gaza is not only under siege … but under the debris. Our homes have become open graves, and our streets know the blood of our children more than their steps. Mothers lost the pleasures of the livers … and fathers carrying sadness in their eyes because they could not protect their young. 670 days of hunger, fear and waiting … We are waiting for electricity as someone who is waiting for life, we are waiting for water as someone who is waiting for vulva, we are waiting for the world to wake up, even a little … but the world is deaf, your father and blind. We write our names on the walls of our homes, not love in art … but rather not to forget if we are killed under the rubble. We sleep while we know that we may not wake up, but we fall asleep the voice of the ears … not the sound of safety. Gaza … is not only a city bombed, it is a heart bleeding, and a dignity fighting to not forget, it is a voice that says to the world: “Save me”, and only hears its resonance.