Because I was anticipating the sirens at 2 a.m. all evening before they came, my sleep was too short to let me cope with the rest of the day.  The death of two citizens from cluster bombs made me very jumpy, and I became very anxious about going to the hairdresser.  

I went there anyway, and asked Amir where do we go in case of an attack.  “Over there,” he said, pointing to the sea-and-sun entrance.  “But you don’t need to think about it – they never come in the afternoon,”  he said, and began putting aluminum foil on parts of my hair.  

That was just before the sirens began.  I ran off before every one because I didn’t beieve I could move as fast as everyone else.  But I found myself following sign and lots of other people to another building, and after the next siren found myself unable to find my way back.  It proved 15 minutes too long for the color.  

I don’t know what happened to my hair witrh the second siren, or the  third – but I am now – after 4 hours – an exhausted redhead.