Renad Atallah and her siblings were not planning to leave Gaza; they didn’t even know if it was possible, writes Plestia Alaqad. [Renad Atallah] It was freezing in the Netherlands, and Renad Atallah was still tucked into bed, a beanie pulled over her head, wrapped in warmth. I was on the other side of the world, in Australia, talking to her through a screen. If we were in Gaza, our homes would have been seven minutes away from each other, and this interview would have been face-to-face.