From our special envoys Manon Quérouil-Bruneel (text) and Fatima Shbair / Getty Images (photos)
A hundred kilometers from Jerusalem, in a landscape of ocher and stones, looms the Erez crossing, the only crossing point to reach the Gaza Strip. Entrenched behind rows of barbed wire, the building evokes a ghost ship that has run aground in a peeled no man's land. Access is on foot, dragging your suitcase between the watchtowers. Inside, a civilian armed with an Uzi wishes a
"good day"
, then we plunge into a long corridor lined with concrete walls which leads to a deserted hangar. Abandoned in front of a rusty turnstile, a wheelchair collects dust. "
Welcome to Gaza
" indicates a sign.
Sitting on a bench, an idle porter crushes yet another cigarette butt.
He looks at the Marlboro handed to him like a little miracle, points to the hopelessly empty border post, a resigned smile.
Two months after the ceasefire of May 21 which ended eleven days
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