When I arrived at the all-night rave near the border with Gaza the party was in full swing. It was 5am and thousands of revellers had gathered in the desert. A few hours later, hundreds would be dead or injured, women raped, dozens of people missing – some snatched across the border.
The first sign of trouble came at 6am. We heard the gunshots before we saw the terrorists. We ran to our car to escape. Bullets flew past our heads. Already there were many wounded and dead. But our road out of hell was blocked: hundreds of cars were all trying to leave, and off-road desert paths were impossible to drive on. We abandoned the car and ran for cover.
The terrorists kept coming after us, searching every possible hiding place, firing guns, and throwing hand grenades. My friends and I ran from one hiding place to another, but nowhere was safe.
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