So, the answer to "How many square miles is Gaza?" is 141. But now you know that number is a trap. It’s not about the land—it’s about the 2.3 million humans packed onto that postage stamp, trying to live, eat, and occasionally blow stuff up (or get blown up). Next time you complain about your 800-square-foot apartment, remember: you could fit your whole building into Gaza thirty times and still have room for a falafel stand.
And if someone asks you this question at a party, just say: "It’s about the size of a really bad traffic jam in Los Angeles—except the jam is people, and the exits are guarded." Then take a sip of your coffee and change the subject to something less depressing, like the cost of avocados.
