The dreadfulness continues. The sound of siren haunts us day and night. In the hollow, quiet darkness, reminding you not so gently the price of life.
The red alert is more vivid than ever, like a ghost hallowing, roaming past each neighborhood, coming and going. Especially during the quiet peaceful night, sneaking up on you in the most vulnerable state.
School has been canceled, a short trip to the supermarket across the street seems too far away, even stepping into the shower takes serious evaluation. Concrete walls separating us, confining us, imprisoning us. Contrary to the joy of escaping our temporary responsibilities with the day off, there is only heaviness in our hearts. I changed my online status from invisible to green. At this moment, we stand together as a community.
Times like these
The weather is glorious today. Birds are chipping in miles of blue sky; flowers are blooming for an early spring after days of rain. This year has been the coldest winter we have had so far, but as March sets in, the good old sunny days, full of colors, have returned. I promised myself once the weather gets better, I will go for a jog (guess that will have to wait, once again).
This weekend is Purim, a happy Jewish holiday celebrating Jews' survival thousands of years ago, and lucky for me, a 3 day weekend.
Though when I look out my window, there is not a single person on the street, hardly any cars passing by, even in the midst of the holiday. After more than 100 rockets have fallen from the sky in less than 24 hours to the southern part of Israel, many celebrations have been canceled. We were all told to stay in, or to the nearest bomb shelter. Our fate.... unknown.
This weekend is Purim, a happy Jewish holiday celebrating Jews' survival thousands of years ago, and lucky for me, a 3 day weekend.
Though when I look out my window, there is not a single person on the street, hardly any cars passing by, even in the midst of the holiday. After more than 100 rockets have fallen from the sky in less than 24 hours to the southern part of Israel, many celebrations have been canceled. We were all told to stay in, or to the nearest bomb shelter. Our fate.... unknown.
Where is home for you?
The professor in today's class asked us to bring an object that represents our culture. Like children in elementary school, we were going to "show and tell" about where we come from. This posted a real dilemma for me. There was, no right answer, no multiple choices that come in A, B, C, D, or all of the above, no right diagnosis, or next best step in management, that can be conveniently picked out.
"Where are you from?" This simple question that is part of our daily interaction is often one of the hardest for me to answer.
"Where are you from?" This simple question that is part of our daily interaction is often one of the hardest for me to answer.
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