We smashed into a guy who ran a stop sign today, and my car fell apart.  What’s more, the air bags didn’t open.  

So after the pain in my chest and my neck didn’t diminish and even grew stronger during the birthday brunch for my friend, we decided to go to the hospital to see if no real damage had been done. 

The tests took an hour, and the medical assistant, Aran, examined me  thoroughly.  But the head physician was too busy to free me to go home and that took an hour or two more.  

Since then I’ve been sleeping.

what will happen when the next rocket comes? will I be able to at least go out into the hall or will I stay in bed with my chocolates?

Aran told me there was good news and bad news.  The good news is that there seems to be no damage to my brain, and the bad news is that it will hurt more tomorrow.  I had good news for him too, that his name is not only an honored name among the northern Druze, but also a name for a famous composer and a revered author.