missiles - 6.3.25

Tonight the alarm caught us as we left a local restaurant – for a moment i couldn’t figure out where to hide, it took me a few seconds before i figured out where to take our guests from abroad, because the celebrants at the restaurant were drinking and didn’t even listen to the sirens.  They were busy singing “Sana Hilwe” in Arabic.  But we found a shelter on our own, crowded with revellers, stayed there the required 10 minutes, and suddenly didn’t feel like taking a stroll in the park.