That’s it.  We’re going to the theater.  I don’t care what is on.  We’re on our way. more to come.

so we went.  first to the demonstration for the hostages and then Ezi rushed us off because we had tickets to a play next door.  The evening was all about sharing our mood, hopes, fears, and our experiences. Ezi and I had mixed feelings about the whole thing.  We loved the actors, the songs, and the skits, but I couldn’t help feeling that it was too close to the carousel show the Kurt Gerron organized in Thereisenstadt to cheer people up.   It tried to make us the frightening situations funny, unify us with our nostalgia, and help us to feel that our sense of helplessness is shared.  It didn’t raise our spirits or our hopes.

And then as we were leaving, the demonstration too was over and the traffic was terrible.  I wanted to wait it out at the hospital cafeteria but Ezi insisted on joining the traffic jam and inching our way home.  It turned out to be not too bad and just as we arrived home, the sirens began.  Apparently there were more rockets where we were and nothing on our street.   The people who stayed there to chat and wait out the traffic found themselves in the shelters.  We had dinner.

That’s it for tonight.