Coca-cola – straight from the Gaza tunnels

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The other day we were out reporting in Gaza, and I stopped into a little grocery store to pick up a drink. In the corner I spied cases of Coca-Cola – a rarity here since most of what you see on the shelves is some kind of no-name cola which doesn't taste very good – and I headed straight toward the refrigerator case.

When I got there, all the cans seems rusted and filthy, as if they'd been sitting there corroding for quite a long time. I backed away and looked for something else.

"What's wrong?" Safwat, my Gaza interpreter, asked. "You don't want Coke?"

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"Uh, it's looking a little too rusty for me," I said.

"It's just Coke from the tunnels," he said, laughing.

I looked closer and what I thought was brown rust was instead brown dust, presumably picked up from the long journey through the tunnels.

I decided on a bottle of water instead.

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