As we passed the group of people, a number of them stood up and tried to join us in the hope we could afford them protection. They were pushed back. Swee Chai Ang, an orthopedic surgeon, later told me how one mother tried to give Swee her baby, as if she knew what was going to happen. The militiamen stopped her.

I was alone with my thought when Lisa, a Swedish nurse, touched me and said: "Did you see the bodies?" I looked behind me and saw the bodies of two old men lying in the street, just a few meters from the large group of people. The bodies were covered with flies. One of the old men, his cane beside him, had a large hole in his skull. I was deeply shocked and realized, that the camp inhabitants were in great danger. It was agonising, not to be able to do something for them.

We continued along the main road and saw more bodies in side alleys. They are committing a massacre and we are in the midst of it, I thought.

A new group of militiamen approached us from the south. They stopped us. A man who was about 30-35 years old and who looked like some kind of officer came forward. He asked us, where we came from. We gave him our passports and answered his questions. The atmosphere became more threatening. This new group didn't like our presence, certainly not when we told, that we worked in Gaza hospital.