I have always said that traveling makes you realize how good of a life we are living in Sweden. Living in Israel/Palestine for now nine months provides a strong contrast to the peace, freedom and prosperity of not only Sweden, but also most of Europe.

But go to Gaza for a few days, and you are reminded that there are always places even worse off. This morning, I visited a charitable health clinic in Gaza City that receives training and support from ANERA through the Hanan Project. Entering the small clinic, I was almost shocked by the overcrowding. Everywhere, women where standing or sitting, clutching their sick or/and malnourished children and babies. It was horribly hot (outside temperature is well above 30°C and it is very humid) and the lack of oxygen was suffocating. If you have not been sick before, this was probably a good place to get a good start. And yet, the staff worked on, doing a great job with very limited resources. And the mothers (I did see one father as well) waited patiently, at east most of the time. Now and then, there was some calamity at the entrance to the only doctor’s room.