It has been impossible for me to begin to confront the atrocities committed last month.  A live baby put into an oven and slowly baked.  The image won’t leave me, and I try to avoid the other hundred of horrors that outdo every horror I’ve been told about the holocaust.  How do you overcome that brutality and believe in the possibilities of humanity?

On another part of my disappearance, I have become an expert in predicting the moment before a rocket.  I announce it a minute before the sirens begin, and continue whatever I was doing until the frightening sirens and the booms that accompany them.  And sometimes in the morning I tell Ezi what time they will come.  

But it takes all my energy.  It is like being a medium…