Survivors of Hamas Massacre at Nova Music Festival Struggle to Rejoin Life

In a circular room drenched in winter sunlight, a group of young men and women sit cross-legged on the floor. Their eyes are mostly closed. Some lie down prone. Others enlace one another in grief. 

A woman with long hair, barefoot, picks up a guitar: “You’ll be like a bird flying, free,” she sings. “And I will be a sun to the world….” 

Together, the voices swell in the room. They are safe here.