just to clarify the attack today. the Houtis have been attacking us for months. They get rockets from Iran and are getting their training by attacking us. The U,S, has been helping us shoot them down. But it is inevitable that they will get better and better. And so will we.
I’m more worried about the hostages.
I’m even more worried about the senility of the guy in charge of taking care of us.
the little picture:
I am soaped up the shower when Ezi starts shouting for me to get out and run down to the shelter. I manage to rinse off and throw something on.
there’s a passerby and a neighbor – that’s it.
ten minutes and we’re back home – watching the news to see where the rocket fell. Near the airport. Lufthansa cancels all flights. The other companies seem to be landing and taking off.
I cancel my shower and finish the cleaning of the kitchen I’d been avoiding. I don’t feel like finishing an article I promised to send.
the big picture:
A Houti rocket made a hole in the road near the airport. This is not good news, but the fact that they managed ti get through all the protective barriers is worse.
The prediction is that there will be a number of rockets in the near future.
And what of my shower?
Now I know what it felt like to be on Ahab’s ship. That sense of helplessness, the need to believe in a community, the sense of impending doom…
And in the meantime, we’re still having the greatest time on the Pequod. Last night we ate at Dallal, today the kids came for lunch, and Tamar made me brownies – and I’ve got the greatest friends.
It’s just like the sperm- squeezing chapter.
Now I know – 5.3.25 Read Post »
how do you continue a somewhat normal life living in a world of war – especially when there are so many contradictory factors in the war? The other night a bunch of friends were discussing it – the women in particular talking about their aches and pains as well as the need to escape with medication and netflix. These are people very active in politics and social assistance organizations. It made me feel a bit better that I am not alone. That we can be suffering and still active.
forgetting – 5.3.25 Read Post »
the parents gather in the entrance
as in a kindergarten celebration
with flowers and little speeches
rush to their childrens’ graves
remembering
kindergarten
memorial poem – 5.2.25 Read Post »
i watched the independence day ceremony on tv, i listened to the music of my grandchildren during the traditional barbeque picnic, and everyting seemed strange to me. I was remembering the exhaltation of the independence celebrations of my youth. there were always in the shadow of the Holocaust, with the knowledge that freedom is always fragile.
how strange.
Independence – 5.1.25 Read Post »
I’ve been trying not to think of soldiers all day. I mean the soldiers I have known have been beautiful people, warm and friendly, talented…
and then I remember they are gone.
and I don’t want to think of that.
soldiers – 4.30.25 Read Post »
Appropos “Survivors.” One thing that I remember most from the refugees I encountered when I was growing up was the need for a home. The idea of of a homeland – a place of safety – a place that could be defended – was always in the air. And Israel was the ideal – a place to go to if you need to, a place that provides you with a safety net.
How would they feel on this memorial day I wonder – when there is the growing sense that the country has not been protecting its inhabitants, when the same dangers of the old world have returned. Pogroms, hatred, shame…
We hung the flag on our balcony, and I thought of all the people we have lost in Israel, all the soldiers, all the children, all the people who came to this country to be protected from evil.
