Tel Aviv Diary: Karen Alkalay-Gut

When the siren went off today I was in the middle of getting the gunk washed out of my hair. I didn’t even hear it at first. But hairdresser Vital gave apprentice Ariel a look and we understood. I got up, dripping, and stood for two minutes, thinking that if only we had one less war, there would be thousands of more people around one of whom might have found solutions to some of the political problems we can’t seem to get our heads around.
Now – after a day of memorials and meetings – I seem to have come down with a head cold but am moving towards thoughts of Independence. We have two parties to go to, one that’s about singing old songs, and the other about talking politics. Where would you go?