On 10 May, in the afternoon, I went to my friend Shadi’s barbershop in the Tel al-Hawa area of Gaza City to get a haircut. Shadi was just an acquaintance before. But our friendship grew stronger last year when my family and I fled from Tel al-Hawa to my married brother’s house in al-Zaytoun neighborhood. I was walking in the morning when I ran into Shadi. He was staying at one of the displacement shelters near my brother’s house. Shadi and I chatted about the war and its impact on our lives.