We wake to a second shooting, so the sounds of sirens everywhere, just as we are trying to figure out how to get to the demonstration in Tel Aviv tonight.  

The little kids aren’t going, for that I’m grateful, but their reasons I don’t know.  I think one set of kids are playing safe, but the other set are in a movie and that’s going to take all day.  So life goes on even when things are smarmy.

My friends, old and sick as they are, are demonstrating, no matter what happens.  It’s kind of strange -all week we fight for health – doctors, tests, exercise, more doctors, plans – and then we risk everything to demonstrate for a viable society. 

Why is it a risk?  Because the route is risky – we walk far, are bumped and pushed (of course by accident) and then walk back the long way to wherever we manage to park, with no idea what the traffic will be.