Today as we drove through Tel Aviv, torn up for the past few years in the attempt to build up a metro system, stuck in the traffic jams resulting from closed streets, we kept recalling the frequently repeated joke in the past few months: if only we could hire those professionals from Gaza, who managed to build underground tunnels throughout the residential neighborhoods there without showing it aboveground at all .
Who knows who will emerge from the tunnels of Gaza? Who knows what pdsd will be transcended? what I know is that a long shower, a dreamless nap, a chat with friends, a quiet evening without news – what joy!
There may be one benefit from this war. The relationship between Jews and Arabs in this country seems to be improving – we are beginning to understand how intertwined we are – how interdependent. Even though we don’t always mix socially, we do mix every day in our lives, and very often we do like each other very much.
I may have written these lines under the influence of the numerous commercials that come on the news programs that I am addicted to. They all talk about their companies and their products in the context of communities composed of both peoples.
I certainly hope we keep moving in this direction.
We’ve been talking about ceasefire all evening, with the understanding that if it is actually declared, the rockets will intensify and finally hit my neighborhood. I’m doing french showers and no shampooing until then – and I have more than a minute to go for shelter. I’ve got friends and former students who have less than 15 seconds. i wonder how they change their clothes. This of course includes Arab citizens as well as Jews. I doubt that there are sirens at all in the desert, and yet rockets fell there. And in the villages.
I lost track of how many rockets have been fired on citizens here – 6000? no, only 4.500. So if there are almost 9 million inhabitants that’s half a rocket per 1000 people. or one rocket per 500 families. How many panic attacks does that mean? How many heart attacks? How many children like my granddaughter wake up sobbing in the middle of the night?
Because I learned so much from zoom this year, I was anxious to see how the kids have switched back to zoom after having been in school for a few weeks. The only difference I noticed was the extent to which their ears were attuned to sounds outside. A motorcycle revving up, a whirr from a kitchen appliance, a news program from a passing car – anything can prime them for a race to shelter. Things seem normal, but there is a level of awareness and sensitivity that I remember from previous wars. So many previous wars.
I know the children in Gaza are affected worse – they get a phone call to leave their homes and their homes disappear. And then no one is responsible for them. It is terrible.
There’s more action today than usual – as if we’re ending with a bang. As if we’re heading for a ceasefire and have to use up all our equipment before its over. But I don’t know what anyone has gained from it. We’re breaking even – with many lives and entire fortunes lost.
In any case the chance of a few rockets over us tonight are greater than usual.