OPINION - I peer through a bullet hole in the kibbutz toilet door. Five months ago someone died here, just where I'm sitting
by Rachel Johnson
Mar 07, 2024
3 minutes
“Welcome to what’s left of Kfar Aza,” says Zoha Shbak. He’s a lawyer, but looks straight out of the Israeli TV show Fauda, with his tanned stubbly pate, automatic weapon casually slung over his black military T-shirt.
He briefs us at the palm-fringed bus stop of the kibbutz before he shows us the sights. The armoury. The concrete shelters — chocolate teapots when it came to terrorists, as they had no doors. Ditto
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