carousing? you think I’m carousing?  that’s why I disappeared? 

all right, we had a coffee and toast at the port last night. Lots of people passed by, but not many people are eating.  Couples pass by – especially religious couples for whom a walk on the seashore is a date set up by the rabbi.  And groups of boys or groups of girls.   But none of the young people I’m used to.  Maybe they’ve all been called up.

Hard to forget, even for a second – we are at war.  There are many people whose bodies will never recover, people who are being beaten daily in tunnels, people who do not know if their loved ones are alive.  Who’s carousing?