At the Panic gift shop, the checkout counter chatter is dominated by Qassams, the crude rockets that Palestinians frequently fire at this ragged industrial town of nearly 20,000 two miles from Gaza’s northeast corner. “We’re strong, and no one will break us,” Rahel Swissa, 50, a customer with short, bleached-blond hair, declared on a recent afternoon. “Oh, come on, sweetie,” retorted Tzippi Aderi, 46, her baby-blue fingernails clacking against the cash register. “I’m scared. A door slams and my kids jump.” Full Story