Desperate people place trust in Gaza’s streetside pharmacists
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Toward the end of September, I had a severe toothache. I tried to ignore it at first, but the pain became unbearable. Desperate for relief, I went to a nearby pharmacy. I was met with an apologetic smile from the pharmacist. “Sorry, we don’t have any antibiotics,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. I asked for a painkiller instead. His response was just as disheartening. “We’re out of those too. You might find some paracetamol at one of the street stalls,” he added, still smiling as if trying to
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