My father called from the market to say he needed my help. It was the end of February. Tensions between Israel and Iran were escalating and prices in Gaza were rising rapidly. I rushed to join my father. My friend Ahmad, one of our neighbours in the camp, came with me. He didn’t have any money but he’d borrowed some from a friend to buy a bag of flour. Like all of us he was afraid of what might happen if the crossings were closed. We found my father at a vegetable stall. The price of tomatoes had tripled in a day. Later, I went to sit with some friends in their tent and charged my phone using their solar panel. Everyone talked about their attempts to secure whatever they could, afraid of another famine, asking one another how many bags of flour we all had. I told them we had two bags, enough for our family.…