Like every Saturday lately, we begin with the news on TV.  Will they indeed be freed?  Will they be humiliated as usual?  How will they look?  Healthy?  Emaciated? 

But today there was a break in the electricity.  The whatsapp messages in the neighborhood went wild.  We’re all glued to the TV and the screen is dark. 

It was 10 minutes of madness.  The lights flickered and came back.  The boys appeared on the screen, gave the required speeches of Hamas, and were passed on to the red cross.  We breathed, ate breakfast, and then went to the beach to celebrate.  Okay, we didn’t have enough strength to walk more than a few paces, but being around all the happy people was curative.

Then back to the TV to see how Hamas reacts to Trump’s ultimatum and how we react to Hamas….