Mahmoud Abu Latifa cut his nephew’s hair into a shiny black bowl cut and fretted to the soundtrack of cable news describing bombardments of Gaza. “This is all I do: I cut hair and watch the news – it’s making me sick. I want to get rid of this ugly war,” he said.
The previous day, he had decided to get bread from a town that required him to pass close to the nearby Qalandiya checkpoint, a shuttered fortress of watchtowers and charred concrete walls covered in graffiti and murals of Palestinian political figures.
