I don’t know too many people who sleep well around here.  Maybe the neighbor who flirts with all the tenants (gorgeous Arab girls) and wonderful Phillipine aids who come out to the hall on the second floor every night when there is a bomb alert.  We’re in the basement shelter with some really sang-froid neighbors so it’s only if we get visitors from the street that we have any fun any more.  Anyway it’s not that people are scared – it’s that their sleep patterns are no longer certain and they are disturbed.  They’ve been trying to put in the back of their minds the sight of terrorists entering shelters and butchering, raping, burning, and dismembering them alive, but the vision sometimes comes up.

 What about the people in Gaza, you ask?  I think it’s a little difficult to feel as much for them now, when we’re in such danger.  We’re busy trying to help out the ones physically closer to us.  For example, last night we brought an enornmous quantity of sweaters and coats to the center for the 200000 displaced people in our country.  The first rain was violent and reminded us that most of these people left everything behind if it hadn’t been destroyed, and they don’t have any protection.  We were a little worried about the rockets but the empathy was stronger. 

Tomorrow we’ll worry about the Gazans more.