It is quiet today, almost eerie I may say...We are "back to normal", "back to the routine", children are returning to schools and kindergartens. Well, not mine. Maya is still at home. If today it will contniue to be quiet, witout alarms and rockets falling, I could take into consideration sending her to kindy tomorow. I just cannot forget easily. The events of the past days still linger in my conscience and I know for the next week we'll jump whenever we'll hear a louder sound and Maya will put her slippers near the entrance door, "just in case of a night alarm".
So, even if we suffer from cabin fever and the weather is nice we will stay indoors today. I don't want to be a hero, you see. I don't want to pretend everything is OK, because it isn't. It is not OK to live between aerian attack alarms, to have my live lived at the mercy of every rocket thrower in the Gaza strip. and to be very clear: they are terrorist. They terrorize my days and my nights and no matter what our government say, they have won this time. They send over 200 rockets and misiles to Israel, keeping a million people in their houses and shelters for four days.
Don't get me wrong, I am not for violence or war, God forbid, but I cannot also agree to live in this conditions until...until when, exactly?
This state, this world has leaders and I want them to sit and analyse and solve this situation, once and for all. For the sake of our children, for the future of this world...
And yes, I am writing about this and continue to write until I bore you all into action, because I am sick and tired of being by myself here,in this corner of the blogosphere ...I don't want your pity...just to hear me out and try to understand...and lend a shoulder....
I am linking it to Shel's "Pour Your Heart Out"
Check it out, it is awesome!
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