Notes and references

When people tell me in a tragic voice to "hold tight" I am tempted to inquire "what should I hold?" - and the connotations are... yeah...
Today we had a coffee with a neighbor in the front yard. Hot coffee, a cigarette, a conversation with someone intelligent, decorated by screeching rockets - very romantic, I am telling you.
Helicopters are flying too close and automatic gunfire is heard. That worries me a little bit.
I attached the flag to the user pic and now I am wondering whether that was silly or not. Well, peer pressure, group mentality...
Maybe I will remove it. Or maybe not.
Chances are I will vacillate - as a Libra should - and, eventually just drop the user pic altogether.

[the references are to Russian pages that discuss "abstract humanism" - the philosophy that allows europeans to ignore millions of dead in Congo and Ruanda and weep for a 100 dead in Lebanon; a humorous report from a bomb shelter; and a report by an evacuee from Haifa]

translation: aphar, link to original here

Conversations on the staircase and other silly things.

- I almost got back to my room when it started wailing again...
- I had just enough time to write only one word. And it was “if”.

I am at work.

It is 1:30 pm now. There have been 7 siren alarms already during the 5.5 hours of work. And three of them during the last hour. We have a TV here; we watched news at noon and at 1 pm, and a lot of other stupid things. Report about a long-range rocket that exploded in the sky over Haifa, and then Oprah show again.

They attack us with rockets. And, according to the military intelligence, they will continue shower us with rockets up until 3:30 pm with interruptions.

translation by lesoto

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Today father of the guy whom Igor (my husband who was killed) tried to save.

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Insufferable cruelty

I watched video, which had been made by a crazy man, he was leaning out of the window during the siren howling. The siren was really insufferable. I made volume more and more. And again more, till I heard my husband`s tramping. He came from the balcony to take me to the bomb-shelter. He said – such a strange siren it was. He was eager to kill me, I think.

And here is requital. It is the first time that siren men me at the most inappropriate place – in WC. I hesitated for a moment and then decided to continue, I took the risk to pass away to the eternity with dirty bum. I heard a child was shouting loudly “Mummy”! My God, children had remained still? Our siren had shut up, but the neighbouring one was howling for a while. How we had to interpret that – had we already been allowed not to fear, or it just broke? By the way, I don`t remember the sirens to howl on Independence Day so artistically. It had another pitch and our emotions were not the reason.

The friend, who works at Rotshild`s (hospital), told me, that during the siren howling all their people rush to the parking to watch the missiles falling, instead of being to the bomb-shelter.

Another siren met us near the red light signal. A car raced without slowing down, and we also made a sudden turn, passed two red lights behind the houses. The town traffic lights are turned off at all.
We heard by the radio that missiles were in Haifa. The only number in Haifa, which responded, was Ilya`s, but the reason was – he was not at home, he was on draft, tsav 8 ( call-up paper). He said that he was safe, at the base, but I didn`t believу him, they all says the same.

Our neighbours from the 1st floor came back, a big family with a lot of children. They had been stuck in Beer-Sheva for a month.

My darling, forgive me for that pictures. May be, it is cruelly, but I believe you to want to see these pictures very much.
( pictures )


translation: fineto
original link:here

ffffuck...

Why ain't I a crazy photographer or a maniac who never goes out without his camcorder?
Such a precious sight now will go undocumented and will perish for the posterity...
A bunshee (perhaps a twentieth that day) is whailing, the kid is in the shelter, me - in a bow tie and an underwear stuck at the balcony on a table - so what? The safest spot of them all. So that I can see you better, my child :-)

And I see it clear as daylight coming towards me. I can clearly hear the whistle of its flight. I realize that it flies straight at us. For some reason I freeze at the spot, can't move at all. No sense of danger whatsoever. And I see it land across the street (there are hostels there for the seniors). Thumps into the ground near a house - and just lays there without exploding.

Anyway, I couldn't have taken a picture. It takes time to tell the story, but in reality it all happened in no more than two seconds time.

Translated by: dimrub
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