This time from the north. 19 rockets. Lebanon is disintegrating, no one is totally in control, and everyone has a rocket.

and we haven’t run out of places within the country we’ve never seen before.

We weren’t in the mood for anything, so we went to Ramat Gan…

Somehow the emptiness suited our dystopic feeling of war and the coming lockdown.  

It was a kind of reminder – Orit slid down that very pyramid and shattered some tiny bones in her foot that have continued to plague her years after.  The starkness of this place and the stark damage paired with our mood.