As it turned out, an absence of sirens can exhaust more, than hourly running to the bomb-shelter. Everything goes on in a strange, unusual and indefinable way. They kind of don`t fire, but the war goes on. It is not clear, how to live and what to do. Should we live in commission, being ready to rush and hide ourselves at once, not to live at our full capacity, having finished any activity, concealing ourselves and gathering ourselves up? Or to straighten our shoulders, to say ourselves – ok, all that things came to the end at last, for us at least, - to spit upon it and to go to enjoy ourselves somewhere, for example on Merkhaz Carmel, or even to go at seaside? By the way, from there one can see a missile flying… Yesterday we tried to show our faces outside – we decided not to order food on the Internet, but to go to buy ourselves. We didn`t dare to go to the shop in Tel-Khannan, at which we used to do our shopping, it`s rather far from us, and both of the road there were bombed last week, there the man , while he was driving, was killed with the missile fragment… We went closer, to the Grand-Cagnone, there they have both parking and the shop on the basement floor, if anything happens, we`ll need not to run far. We were not the unique people, who had sticked their noses out. As compared to the last week one could say that life was awakened. A lot of the shops were closed, but café and snackbars were opened, and there almost were no free tables. In the shop quiet and careful people were walking, they kind of faint-heartedly put their packages to the baskets. It seemed, one must rush, take everything he need, shoot ahead and run home, but people savoured an unexpected respite, the possibility to walk easy, to choose calmly, to relax a little.
But all that peace didn`t seem to be true. It was like a breath-holding before the expected stab in the back.
No, we shall not change our habits. We shall not go anywhere, we`ll go for a walk with Mishka in twilight as we used to do, we shall not move his bed to his room, we`ll put our clothes and slippers near our bed for jump out of bed and to run to the bomb-shelter, if anything happens.

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It was only two days ago that I counted sorrowfully the shops, which were opened, and today one might as well count that shops, which are closed for some reason. Everybody goes to the North, there are crowds on the streets, there are a lot of cars and even some traffic jam, there is no place for parking at the shops, everybody buys food. I feel sad to think, that tomorrow all that may be finished. For us everything have already finished today, they bombed us 5 min.ago. They made for some purpose one more siren for us, it howls terribly and shrill near our windows, it tears us up inside. There is no point in having it here, firing is almost at the moment of the siren. It is silly, but I`m afraid of the siren much more, than of Katyushas. The cars continue driving and scream to duplicate sirens. That`s why now there are more stress factors, than it was. If I evacuate at last, the siren will be the only reason of it. And our friends go to spend the night not because of sirens or missiles, but on account of the neighbour`s dog, which is bored stiff on its leash, barks to each rustle, and gives no rest and sleep.

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TV series of our time.

Launch of a rocket aiming at Israel. The launch place is located in a Lebanese house where civilians live.



via chenai

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jimmka

I fell ill... No, nothing special, just got cold due to air-conditioner. Fever, 38 degrees... sad...

I got up at 5.00 because of bummms outside my window, though they seemed rather far. I listened more attentively and realized these were hits of our army - it made me glad and I went on sleeping.

Now I've just heard three explosions quite near and without sirens... no... here is the siren. They installed additional sirens in our region... and now they howl so terribly... ufff!

And again I started seeing dreams at night how I'm hit by missiles.

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shajtanka

Rotem about war (*Rotem is a child of the author)

After the first Katyusha that fell on Haifa, the one that cut down the fir-tree in Stella Maris district, we took Rotem to Mizpe Ramon. She is left without happiness to hear sirens or bumms and watching news in tension. I'm glad of that, very. Children should not live in this, neither adults shoud. She knows about war from her parents and out of TV, but the TV-set has broken.

Her grandmother explained cunningly why there are no cartoons:
-"The missile fell, hence the wire tore and there are no more cartoons"

- (she looks on her grandma with suspect) and why didn't I hear the explosion?

On the phone: "Mom, stop this war, please! I'm tired of it!"

Yesterday: "Mom, when will you win them all?"

after a moment's thought: "Muska (our cat) can't win them. Because it is an animal!"


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I’d like to tell you about Eugene – a 16 years old boy whom I gave a ride from Kiryat Shmona yesterday night, taking him to tishik.
Eugene is a skinny blond boy, somewhat short, very uptight, and the look in his eyes is very mature, nothing childish in it.
As I drive a car, he starts telling his story:

- Since the war has started this is the 2nd time we are getting the humanitarian help.
Banks, ATM machines, pharmacies, shops – everything is closed!

- The first humanitarian help came as army battle rations. They were brought in a number of buses. The first bus was quite big, yet, far from being fully packed… People came out of the bomb shelters and stormed it, pulling the rations from each other’s hands. Some of them even climbed to the roof of the bus. Other bus drivers learned their lesson and unloaded food somewhere at the outskirts of the town, and then told people to go and pick it up there. People fought each other because of the food.

- About the same time we got mattresses from the municipality. But after a couple of days the same municipal clerks came over to our bomb shelter and claimed half of these mattresses back, saying that other shelters need them more then we do. “You’ll manage somehow”, they said…

- The nearby bomb shelter, the one on the Shprintzak Street, suffered a direct hit by a landmine. Our bomb shelter is also somewhat burnt but you can live there…

-When everything has started I didn’t want to go to the shelter, and was walking the streets when the alarm went on. One time a Katyusha (rocket) hit not very far from me and I got some scratches from the shards, and then another one felt down – right near me, luckily it didn’t blow up. So now – after this has happened – I do go down to the shelter whenever the alarm is on, and people who need to leave it for some errands always ask me to join them, they say I bring luck, that I am some kind of a talisman.

-We got the TV visitors, americans from the FOX channel, I told them about the Katyushas. Didn’t our national channels transmit this episode?

- Didn’t our TV tell anything about what and how it is going here in Kiryat Shmona? No?
But WHY?

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imenno

The ball is flying...

Do you know what is so interesing about missiles that are fired by Nassralist humanists to Israeli cities? Each of them is filled with balls. Small but daring. Made of metal. Each missile has 40,000 balls inside. This is made to be more humane. By the way, there are over 2 thousand missiles fired to us. Can you imagine how many balls are there?

Each week on Tuesdays we hold seminars on weekly chapter of Torah in the center "Magen" in Haifa. In spite of the present situation people attend seminars. Suddenly the previous week one nice couple didn't come. "Where are they?" - I asked. And I got an answer: "They called and told their car was hit through with those balls from a missile. Fortunately, they were not in at the moment". It makes an impression, doesn't it?

If you visit Yulenka's journal, you would see how the balls look like.

P.S.: for those who read Hebrew - cry over Gush-Katif and Northern Samaria for the ninth of Ava. I compiled it in accordance with the tradition of Jewish cries (kinot)

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