We spent the morning checking on relatives and friends. So far all’s well, but considering the fact that civilian targets all over the country were attacked in two very violent waves. Down in our shelter we heard the booms with great noise and trembling. Some of our younger neighbors were paralyzed with fear, but the old people who managed to get down to the shelter were almost blase’ – following the news with whatever internet access they could achieve…
I need to add that about half of the people in the shelter were Arab.
Our evening was spent with our neighbors in the shelter, listening to the dreadful booms. When I think of how my parents went through the Blitz, how my mother had to run to the hospital to give birth in the middle of the rocket fall, I feel I have nothing to complain about.
I’d love to stay and chat but there are people who need to be informed that we’re still here….
700 tunnels from the northern border have been uncovered and destroyed. Had they been used on Oct 7, Sinyuar and Nasrallah could have met in Tel Aviv for coffee. The fact that these sites have been destroyed doesn’t mean we’re safe from attack by any means, but it does mean we’ve avoided this particular bomb. Now we have to be ready for the bombs from Iran tonight.
The holidays begin in 2 days. For the first time since I can remember, many people are not celebrating it. There will be 4 days – from Wednesday evening until Saturday night – when the stores are closed and there is nothing to do but pray, entertain family, and see friends. I have always enjoyed these days, but now I will be mourning the disappearing hostages, the possible war ahead, and fearing and hoping for the new direction we were taking. The tension is palpable.
I don’t even know if I will be seeing my kids in the next days…
Tonight we said good-bye to the season of our evenings on the beach. It’s just beginning to get cool when the sun goes down and the restaurant we frequent closes for lack of clients in the evening. Maybe there really is a possibility for new starts.
The Israeli Military has saved the country, the Prime Minister takes the credit, and I have to spend another night in my clothes because we’re still under threat of rockets.
Ezi predicts that now Bibi will actually work on freeing the hostages and will win the next election, and we will be once again in the same situation.
“New Order.” That’s what they are calling the decimation of Nasrallah now. And, indeed, I woke up humming, “Ding dong, the witch is dead…” But, the rockets from the north continue, and the attempts to reach Tel Aviv have not ceased. Safed is the worst hit, but the Arab villages in the north are all under fire and they are less ready for such attacks.
And what of the hostages? what will become of them?
I want to celebrate but I have never celebrated the death of anyone, and I don’t think we should celebrate anything before the hostages are back and Lebanon is prepared with a recovery plan.
In any case, the children are coming for lunch and for the first time in a year I have not prepared the escape route to the shelter.
It wasn’t a stutter really. Bibi’s rhythm in reading the cards he always using in speeches, was off. As if he wasn’t concentrating. I kept noting it. It made what seemed a mediocre speech sound like a secret message, like something out of a Hitchcock movie. And in an hour it began to make sense. The hole in the Dachia in Beirut was being created even as Bibi spoke.