No, I’m not going to tell you about what happens as it happens, but I will tell you how it feels.  

Yes, we’ve been busy avoiding rockets.  It takes great concentration to be ready at any given moment to run for shelter.  You have to know where every shelter is wherever you are, and be dressed for it.  We sleep in our clothes because the shelter is 2 stories down and full of people nowadays.  We open the door of our building to make sure that passersby come in, and usually there is someone we don’t know with us.  The rockets last night were particularly loud and shook the building so much that my neighbour said – “well, we won’t have to argue about remodelling any more.  But even though there were many of them, we weren’t hit at all, and went upstairs to our dinners when it was over as if nothing had happened.  The neighbour’s salmon burnt, but not too badly.

The area not far from us, though, had holes 30 feet deep.

I believe the Iranians thought they were targeting military bases, and we were just collateral damage.  But the weapons they were using were so powerful there was bound to be serious civilian damage.  And I don’t think they cared.

Yes, I know we hurt people in Lebanon and Gaza and Yemen as well, and it doesn’t matter to the victims that it was on purpose or not, but I am sure we haven’t thought about how the lives of every one – injured or not – has been radically altered in every way.

And I have started using a timer on my stove so the food doesn’t get burnt if I have to run off.  Highly advised.