When a group of international journalists arrived at the southern fringe of Gaza City early Friday morning, riding in the back of an Israeli army jeep, we struggled to orientate ourselves amid the ruins, the wreckage and the darkness.
House after house was missing a wall or a roof, or both.
Many had simply been flattened, their concrete floors lying atop each other like a pack of playing cards.
Trying to situate myself after reaching Gaza City, I asked a senior Israeli commander where we were in relation to a fishing port where I usually stayed during visits to Gaza before the war.
I could not find the fish market.
Locations:
Gaza City, Israel, Israeli, Gaza