The 160 odd people still there.  we’ve got to get them out. The more we hear about the horrors the hostages who were freed went through, the more we wake up to the nature of our enemy.  And how we are becoming like them, As much as we pitied them, we now feel them animals.  How terrible for all of us.

The other day in Ichilov, I was unaware the released hostages were being checked out, but conscious of a mood,  Today it was back to normal – full of old people like me waiting.

I’m okay by the way.

For the moment.

But when my friend comes over, she’ll be full of terrible stories, like everyone else.  And I’ll think of the horrors we’ve experienced, are experiencing, and will soon experience in greater degree.

So I don’t see many friends.