We’re safe. So far. Sleeping near the door in our clothes because the shelter is 2 floors down and we have a minute and a half to get there. Then we hear the boom, wait a few minutes. and go back up.
Back up to watch the tv and hear the voices of people stuck in their shelters with terrorists banging on their doors, burning down the house, celebrating the murder of someone they’ve caught. So far there are at least 250 dead and 1,500 wounded. so far.
Have you ever been to Kibbutz Be-eri for example? Did you ever see the other side with your naked eyes? Did you ever think these people would not want to slaughter you in your house? How could I be the only paranoid in the country?
So many deaths today, so far 22, such a change it will make in the lives of the survivors, and such a change it will make in the lives of the Gazans in the next few days.
Let’s pray for all the citizens. And lets pray for elections.
Hours later the number of victims is over 100, 800 wounded, 50 kidnapped and the mess is still on. Terrorists break into a house, kill the family, and wait for someone to come to looj for them. Sometimes wounded are unable to be rescued, sometimes still fighting to keep the door of their shelter shut.
At 6:22 a.m. I’m in the hallway in my nightgown, holding the dog who is going crazy from excitement. By 7 I’m dressed, fed, and waiting for rockets. Computer and pills are packed and waiting by the door.
Apparently we too are under attack, closed up at home. Bombs are falling around us, infiltrators are wandering around outside. …
I think I don’t have to worry about Bruno Mars tickets tonight.
Yes, we visited the meditation dome, and went through the sleepy town, and loved it. But I didn’t get why Orit was so happy being there – until I scanned the article. Check it out.
Finally finished the program for Monday night – a little Hebrew, a little Arabic, a little Yiddish, good English, wine. Beit Hasopher was a high respected place when I read there 45 years ago, but is slated for destruction and its former glory is barely visible. So when you come to Kaplan 6 at 7:30, don’t expect too much. But when you go in, the poetry and music are magical.
Oh, and if you have a magnifying glass, you can see my picture in Haaretz gallery.
Today I met 2 country dogs. The female seemed aggressive at first and wouldn’t stop barking at me, but immediately fell under the spell of my magic ear-rub, and I could see that if she was a person she’d be the famous farmer’s daughter. The male was her wise, lazy father – the one who has all the answers and just waits for the city slicker to fall into his trap.
When we got back we were given the city dog to take care of. Nervous, suspicious, fun-loving, instinctively comprehending all situations, but not caring.
To escape the tension of Tel Aviv, Orit and her family went to Neve Shalom for a few days, and the sense of relaxation is palpable. We met first at Ish Lechem, a cafe in Taoz, for me the middle of nowhere, and baked goods were amazing. It also has a wonderful view – in the hills of Jerusalem. Even though this is the beginning of the end of a dry season, everything is beautiful. And you don’t know how tense you are until you begin to relax.
Everyone here has a different definition of what democracy is. For me, it’s rule by an educated democracy that takes the needs of the entire population into consideration. There aren’t many countries that ever fulfilled the definition, but right now the very concept is in danger, and I don’t know what will be achieved by uniting with Hungary and Poland and maybe France and Germany and the US to preserve democracy – but it’s a nice idea.