Yair Mozes, whose mother and father are among the 240 hostages kidnapped by Hamas, is trying to describe what it feels like. ‘It is hell,’ he says. ’You don’t go to sleep properly, then the minute you wake up, you’re bolt upright. I’m just about managing at present… then every now and then I fall apart and sleep for ten hours straight, as my body can’t handle it anymore.’
I suspect even those words don’t really do it justice. But they sound familiar. My own relatives suffered that same ghost-like half-life when I was kidnapped for six weeks by Somali pirates while working for the Telegraph back in 2008. Sleepless nights, visits to the GP for tranquillisers, and terrible paranoia. My brother wondered if perhaps I hadn’t been kidnapped, but bumped off by the CIA after discovering that they were sponsoring the pirates. Fat chance that I would ever unearth a story as good as that.

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