A bit about trolling

 The phenomenon of blog trolls is known to some of us, those of us who represent controversial issues get their frequent visits and offensive comments. I, being who I am, have had the many visits of the trolls, I make sure to delete them but the sharp-eyed see them right away.                                                                              During times of war here, when the anxiety is great, the attacks of the trolls always increase and in a way that is difficult for me to explain, because these are just words, it always increases my anxiety. In times like this I feel that I have very little energy left for arguments and certainly not for threats.                                   The trolls are always anonymous, I already know their style, they always say that they have some Jewish side and this seems to give them the right to use the harshest and most extreme criticism there is. Sometimes they insult in a very personal way. Some of my good friends in blogland avoid my blog comments during times like this because the trolls get to them too.

Recently I was wrong, because of an extreme and even very bad comment, by an anonymous writer with a name that trolls really like to use, and from about the same location, I thought she was a troll and I understand that I offended her. I am of course very sorry for that, but I don't have much to do with it other than try to suggest to the commenters to open a real profile and thus not fall into such unfortunate mistakes.

thoughts

 What to write about now? Should I write at all or stop and stay with the thoughts in my head?

These are such complicated days and probably some kind of historical event that we will only be able to understand in a long time, if at all.

There is the day-to-day life, which is for the most part the normal life of each of you, the house, the shopping, the cleaning, the cooking, the family, the garden, the cats. and more. In the background of everything there are always still the sharp senses that must be alert to every different sound in an application on the iPhone or an alert on the television, still have to be careful.                                                           There are the people that each of us knows one or more of them and they are still in the tunnels of Hamas, some of them are dead, old men, young women who are abused there and very young people, they are the children or grandchildren of someone many of us know because we are a very small country.                      I also think about my Facebook friend who I recently discovered that we both went to the same kindergarten in the small neighborhood where I lived until the age of four and our fathers studied in the same grade in the same neighborhood. Mira was sitting with her son and her husband for lunch in their small moshav in the north of the country and a Hezbollah missile hit the house killing her and her son. I learned about it from the Facebook group of that old neighborhood. My father wrote three books for teenagers about the same neighborhood, they became best sellers. One of the books is called "Shooting on the Neighborhood", because there were always wars and shootings here. Even when he was a child, and this year he should have been a hundred years old...