Many of the refugees who stayed with us after the war seemed to have trouble talking about their past hunger.  I remember ladies surreptitiously filling their handbags with sugar cubes that were offered on the tables for tea, 

And of course Ezi is in a constant battle with me over my overbuying of foodstuffs. 

Hunger is a terrifying thing and an unnecessary one in our times.  And I feel the hunger of the Gazans and the hungers of our soldiers all the time.