The stories of many sexual assault survivors have been mocked and erased on social media, retraumatizing the victims, intimidating witnesses and shielding Hamas perpetrators.
In the city’s public safe rooms, the mood is oddly uplifting. People play backgammon, entertain children, help each other—the only thing they ask for is more sleep.
From two floors underground, I close my eyes and picture the night sky alit with massive bombs and missile interceptors, parrying and reposting like swords.