It’s been hard to write lately. As you know I never correct what I write, and I write spontaneously with no censorship.  But in the past few weeks I just don’t know where to begin.  I can’t begin to list the government’s crimes I’ve always suspected that are now coming to light, I can’t begin to list the crimes against us (Israel, Jews, Humanity) that are not acknowledged – not in the press, not on the media, not online.  I can’t begin to list the range of emotions we go through every day.  Here’s an example:  we met Meira for lunch today on the beach – the food was amazing, the sea was gorgeous, and the beer was divine.  We avoided mentioning the fact that there is a good chance we will be annihilated in the near future.  We avoided talking about the fact that 81 kibbutzim and towns in the north have been vacated because of the incessant bombing.  We said nothing about the fact that we cleaned our air raid shelter today and are ready to occupy it at a moment’s notice.  The announcements that the lifeguards are off duty came over the speaker in Arabic, Hebrew, English and Russian.  We kept talking about birthdays and grandchildren.  I guess the title i wrote before i wrote this piece doesn’t really fit.  But I never really know what I’m going to say until I say it.