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  • "We have two families from Syria living with us, they came to the camp because of the war in Syria. One of the families is my daughter's, she's married to a Syrian Palestinian, the other family is relatives of my son's wife, they are thirteen in all. Together we eat more than four bags of bread every day. They are our guests, and we have to take care of them. They all sleep in one room, the madrases are always wet because of water coming through the roof whenever it rains. We don't have much to give them, but we do our best, and I work a little bit more. Before they came, I was able to put a little money aside for a special teacher for my daughter. This is impossible now.

    I have seven daughters and six sons. Most of them are married and have children. I don't know how many grandchildren I have, I would need a calculator to figure that out. When we gather here, we are more than 50 people. It's a chaos, children running around everywhere, screaming and making noise. Sometimes I want to say: You've had your food, you've had your drink, you've done everything you came to do, now go to your home! My family is lovely, we are a whole village when we are together. I am a Palestinian, this is how we are. We love children."

    Told by Fadi, 56 years.
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