Lies I read in Blogland

 Blogland is a kind of parallel universe. People write about their lives, and that's what I love about it, the little details of everyday life, the flowers blooming in the garden, the food, the joys and worries, and sometimes also real troubles, illnesses and heartaches. A human encounter with people we will never meet in real life.

But sometimes it's a hard and cruel place where I encounter evil. For a few days now I've been trying to ignore it because I really have much bigger and more important things to worry about, like the moments when I could die at any moment from the ruins of my house or from the impact of a ballistic missile carrying a lot of small bombs that explode far away.                                                                                                    But I will write about it anyway.

Most people here in Blogland are wonderful and good, I think there are only two ladies who irritate me right now. One of them suffers from hatred of Israel and latent anti-Semitism, I noticed this a long time ago, when she was unable to feel compassion for us after October 7th and gave it an open expression. This week she wrote that a hospital here was not blown up, she heard about it on the BBC or some other station.                                                                                                                                                                              The truth is that the hospital was shelled and its wards were destroyed, there were no casualties because they were prepared for this in advance. The disdain and distortion of the truth are part of the same syndrome of anti-Semitism. Our lives are worth less in her eyes because we are Jews and Israelis. I have no other explanation.                                                                                                                                                                   The second woman is simply a blogger with no real knowledge. She has to express an opinion on a subject she understands nothing about, and I didn't find any humanistic side in her either, even though she declares herself as such.                                                                                                      All in all, two women who irritate me greatly and I wonder why I dedicated a post to them. I answer to myself that I did it because they represent a much broader and more dangerous phenomenon.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                  In the picture - our sky after the interceptors head out towards the missiles.                                   It's above my house.

Saturday morning

 Some of the children stayed to sleep in the shelter with their mothers. The missiles started arriving every four hours, volleys of dozens, and there are already homes destroyed and several dead in the center of the country.                                                                                                                                                                            More neighbors who have not come to the shelter until now but realized that this time it is more serious than we thought it would be, some of them come with their dogs, but the dogs who are very anxious about the alarms are not always ready to make friends with the other dogs. The children are happy for the social event, they brought tablets and snacks and are playing games.

We are a little tired, when the Iranians take a break the Houthis from Yemen send their lone missile and that also requires his attention.                                                                                                                                                                                             In the few quiet hours I had, I managed to cook lunch for a family member.                                                                                                                                                                                       Our world now looks like a strange puzzle. There are parts that are sane, normal like anywhere else in the world, and there are parts that look like they were taken from a movie from another era.

The other day I traveled with my daughter and grandchildren to a small town in the north where a ceremony was held at a library named after my father, who wrote twenty children's and youth books and was greatly admired in this small town. We made an appointment with a Facebook friend of mine who is a resident of the city and a big fan of my father. She wanted to give us a tour of the small town where I was also born and has an interesting history. We arranged to meet at a restaurant in the city. When we got there, I saw an elderly woman sitting at the entrance to the restaurant. My intuition that it was a famous thing here in the family worked again. I asked her, "Are you Yehudit?" And she did answer yes. This was my kindergarten teacher, whom I had seen more than seventy years ago. She was very excited when I told her who I was, she remembered me and my family, which was well-known in the small town that was then a neighborhood of shacks. My grandmother was the dentist of the neighborhood at the time and everyone knew her.                                                                                                                                              The kindergarten teacher, now almost ninety, was waiting for her husband who had gone to the bathroom at the shopping center. It was a complete coincidence that we met, but I believe it was not. There is some guiding hand in the world. We said goodbye excitedly. She asked me to come visit her and that we keep in touch. I will do that.

                                                                                                             

Life here

 This is the situation right now. 100 unmanned aircraft but loaded with explosives are making their way from Iran to us. It is expected that when they are close there will also be ballistic missile firing. It takes them nine hours to arrive, so we are all glued to our phones and televisions to receive the alerts in time. But it is clear to everyone that we do not really know what will happen.

There was an alarm throughout the country at three o'clock in the morning and we all met again in the shelter.

Now we are waiting for something that we know will be different from what we have experienced so far, it is not boring here.

My grandson in other times, in the picture.