The air raid siren went off a few hours ago. I wasn’t going to run down to the shelter, especially since I was barefoot and in the middle of writing a complicated sentence, even if my life depended on it, But after a few seconds I heard my neighbors skittering down the staircase so I got up and stood in the hall for the rest of it. I guess I didn’t believe it was real, even though I heard ambulances and police. But a few minutes later when I took the dog out, I met up with a motorcyclist who asked me what had just happened. “Ah, it was just an exercise,” A guy on the street commented, “Didn’t you see it on the news last night?” “I saw the news,” he answered, “And didn’t see anything about a siren.” I didn’t either. “I was scared to death!” He added, “All I could think of was how much my helmet would protect me.” “So the war’s not on yet,” the guy on the street added.
A few hours later we had a terrorist warning that closed the highways down for a while, but that too passed. So now we can sit and watch the news about the ship of armaments from Iran to Hizballah caught less than 200 miles from our shores. I wonder how the Goldstone report is being debated
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We heard this too (in Tel Aviv) and were quite thrown off. I asked what we were supposed to do (I moved here 2 years ago) and we ended up just standing away from the windows in the apartment…