The Committee to Nuke Elysium

Within four years though, Abu Nafez had become his own boss. He had dug his own tunnels.

He had over 100 employees and was smuggling millions of pounds worth of goods into Gaza. Crisps, coffee, cookers, cows, cars – yes, that’s right, whole brand-new cars.

Sitting in his garden I asked him how much he earned. A shy smile crept across his lips as he sipped on a glass of mint tea.

“Over £100,000 ($150,000) a year,” he reluctantly admitted. The look on his face suggested it was probably more.