Imagine you're at home one day when the doorbell rings
You open the door and are met by a big guy who sticks a shotgun in your face and tells you that his son is moving into your house. You can stay, but there will need to be changes in the living arrangements
The son draws up a list of what's his and what's yours. He gets all the good stuff and you get anything he doesn't need...for the moment
You object to these new arrangements but you're told that you are being unreasonable. The confiscations happen despite your protests and you get beaten up when you try to resist
You call the cops but your persecutor's father is the chief of police. Many of the neighbours are sympathetic to your plight but they are reluctant to say too much because they are also afraid of the cops
Overtime you are restricted from entering an increasing number of rooms, the gardens are out of bounds, and after a number of years you find yourself living in the cellar. There is no light, no food, no running water and no medical facilities down there
The beatings are happening at an increasing rate now. Your screams are heard through a grill that opens onto the street, but the passers-by mostly ignore your cries, and some even complain about the noise
You despair, but you carry on, because what else are you going to do...
Got that?
Now imagine that you are Palestine