There must be something to talk about besides the war.  But everything in my existence is related to the war.  Today I said I’d try to go normal and finish the chapter on Holland I’m writing about in the biography of Kurt Gerron.  But we were woken up at 6:30 by a rocket attack and I had fallen asleep late trying to figure out why no one has been talking about the cluster bombs that are getting more and more effective and are absolutely illegal warfare on citizens.  so i couldn’t get my mind around Gerron.  

Then I went to get my hair cut.  Well, Ezi had to drive me because my car is in the garage and his car is a Tesla that my heart won’t let me drive.  And while Amir was cutting my hair, the siren went off.  Amir, remembering how I ran off to find a shelter the last time, held me down and finished my hair and Amir took me to the shelter.  Turned out Ezi had come to pick me up and found another shelter.  So we met after the rockets and went home.  

That’s when the cluster bomb rockets started coming in succession.  We made it to the shelter at home and as usual were met with our neighbors who all claim to know whatever is happening next with the war.  And I was so depressed I couldn’t cheer myself up with the rounding up of the Jews in Amsterdam and Gerron’s positive attitude.  So now I’m going to try to go through the Dutch newspapers again and try to focus.

You can see the situation is really bad when the Holocaust cheers me up.