and 20 years on this blog.  would you believe it?  how many people can write something like that?  Actually the blog began on april 2, when i was getting phone calls after each bombing in Tel Aviv.  “Are you still alive?”  it was a little scary.  So I said I’d write something when i could and people concerned with my survival can check in.  it worked – the few people who HEARD of the bombs could look and see what i wrote about it.  I sat at Oren’s cafe every day, thinking of the sign I had seen on another cafe – “we have terrorist attacks every other day.  There was one yesterday” and I convinced myself I had a good record of survival and therefore a good chance.  When my dance partner got blown up – waiting at the bus station to go to see her grandchild – i kind of lost it.  Safi was so much more gracious than I was.  She could swing a cane and swing her hips and nothing fell.  Me, I’d get twisted up in the moves.