Different types of dangers

 I discovered something strange. I'm more afraid of heavy rain and storms than rockets and missiles. Storm Byron is ending its short life here with us now. Greece, Cyprus and Israel have agreed on common names for storms. They start there and with us they are mainly public relations storms, lots of rain but not too bad, and I'm still scared.                                                                                                                                            A quick and superficial analysis of this phenomenon that I just did reveals to me that the adrenaline generated by the missile threat is the extra spice. An immediate life-threatening danger that requires immediate action doesn't allow much time for thought. Adrenaline wins.                                                   A long, heavy rain that continues for many hours and several days, raises many other thoughts and fears, but they continue for a long time, while I put another bucket over the couch to catch the drops falling from the ceiling.                                                                                                                                                 Of course the storm anxieties are a higher priority, but their duration is exhausting.

And I still sleep with my phone under my pillow and my comfortable shoes for a quick run out in the middle of the night with me every night. That's what happens when you get used to the dangers.

Guest from Singapore

 I need the wisdom of the crowd. What do you think? There is someone in Singapore who has been reading my blog for hours and hours, from the first posts and throughout the years that I have been writing my posts, which I think are mostly superficial, but improving my English has been my most important goal.                                                                                                                                                                                    This has been going on for several months, how do I know? The little flags on the right side of the blog tell me.

At first I was scared, who is so interested in me? During the war my irrational fears took over and I thought maybe the Iranians were looking for something here, it sounds stupid.

But I still wonder who this is and why he is doing this?

What do you think?