Tel Aviv Diary - November 14-18, 2012 - Karen Alkalay-Gut


Tel Aviv Diary - November 14, 2012 - Karen Alkalay-Gut

Fajr-5 missiles. They can reach from Gaza to Tel Aviv. How does an Iranian missile get to Gaza? Through Hizballah in Lebanon, where they have been for at least 6 years.

We're watching the pinpoint attacks on Gaza on live tv as well as the rocket attacks on Sderot and Ashkelon. And we know there may very well be a few attacks on us as well.

Charge your phones and air out the shelter.

no time to air out the shelters in the south - 90 rockets in the past 2 hours - and the rockets are grads. My friend in Beersheva answered her cellphone with a curse. She is stuck in a shelter and finds anger a good alternative to fear.

The goal of the Israel attack is pretty clear, to slow down the attacks against Israel. And I don't know what else could have been done, given the long-ongoing situation.

November 15, 2012

Rishon leZion, Palmachim, and Holon are now under attack - our old friend fajr5 is coming closer. We've been attacked before - relax. There are worse things that can happen. And it isn't a time to talk about who should be doing what - it's a time to survive. Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition.

Actually my ammunition consists of m&ms and snickers.

And I have bigger problems to prepare for. For example, what do you know of Joubert's syndrome? Anybody?

See? It wasn't so bad was it?

November 16, 2012

Ask me later how it is. We've had 2 sirens on Tel Aviv, and I'm still not all that crazy. Am even going out tonight to meet friends for dinner. The fact that I'm not hiding under the covers is already a sign. Last night I did a little interview for Canadian radio. As it Happens.

It isn't fair to use me as a meter of the fear of the Israelis. I've got too many other problems on my mind. And I may be running low on Snickers.

November 17, 2012

As the situation seems to become more understandable, and it begins to seem less terribly dangerous, I want to make something clear. When all I can write about is chocolate, I'm scared.

As far as my view of the whole situation, what a mess of missed opportunities! We could see all along the direction the Gazans were taking even before we decided to pull out of that area. We should have been talking with them, but when they behaved so agressively, we responded with silence or occasional agression. Why have we gotten agressive now? Because there have been an awful lot of military activities lately that indicate a very dangerous direction on their part. Let me add, that while I understand the reason for media linkage, and there may indeed be a political motivation in the timing, the number of rockets falling on Israel could not be ignored any longer. That so little damage to the civilian population in Israel has been incurred is due solely to the focus on civil defense and the investment of time, energy and funds on shelter and prevention. Sitting in the middle of Tel Aviv, I feel comfortable in the knowledge that as far as security is concerned, enormous efforts have been made. I just wish we could all come together and reason out a solution. It should have been done when we pulled out of those territories.

Went to the shelter in my socks before. The place is still filthy as if we don't want to believe we'll be using it again. But the iron dome just put in place over Tel Aviv before the fajrs were sent to us probably saved a great number of lives, maybe our own.

November 18, 2012

You wake up in the morning/don't hear any darn thing/you wake up in the morning/don't hear any darn thing/maybe we're giving up on war/and getting ready to sing.

The first alarm caught us in class. A big room underground. All we had to do was move together away from the small glass door on the side, but i made a big deal of it and told everyone to come up to the stage and hold hands. Some did.

After the second attack in the afternoon, we went shopping. For some reason I keep trying to get things done, instead of resting. I'm not afraid, but very primed all the time - always listening, always near a phone, always focused.

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