The edge of reason

The edge of reason

So it all comes down to this: a jagged fence, an armored jeep, and a sniper tower; a lone, bullet-scarred house barely sheltering a terrified family at the edge of Rafah, at the edge of Palestine, at the very edge of human decency and endurance. A swirling wind whips dust, sand, and garbage along a short, rutted street to the border. Tatters of old newspapers can get across, sailing away past the fence and out of this hell, yet the people living here cannot go anywhere.