I have a very similar feeling every time my phone beeps with the red alert button in Tel Aviv, where two of my sister’s married kids live, with their kids.
Every time I get the Tzeva Adom from Ra’anana, where my sister & her husband live.
And although I’ve never lived through those threats, my heart jumps into my throat. Every single time.
As it did in 90/91, when Iraqi scuds were flying overhead in those same places, and 3 of her 4 kids lived there. And I was here.
Great piece, Ido.
I have a very similar feeling every time my phone beeps with the red alert button in Tel Aviv, where two of my sister’s married kids live, with their kids.
Every time I get the Tzeva Adom from Ra’anana, where my sister & her husband live.
And although I’ve never lived through those threats, my heart jumps into my throat. Every single time.
As it did in 90/91, when Iraqi scuds were flying overhead in those same places, and 3 of her 4 kids lived there. And I was here.
But my heart still jumped.
Almost physically.
With extreme terror.
As I feel now.
And they all say, HAKOL B’SEDER!
It's amazing how trauma can be shared that way. Very powerful. Thanks for reading!
I salute Israelis for their jaw dropping bravery--what a powerful and beautifully written piece.
Only the best for you, your sister and all family members.
Only the best for all Israelis. The madness can't end soon enough...
Thank you so much for the well wishes.
Your support is very much appreciated.
Beautiful writing. Thank you. It made me cry in a good way. ❤️
Wow. I'm humbled, Robbin. Thank you for the kind words.
Thank you for describing your fears.
There are some who also have fears in other countries.
Of course. I totally get that.
I feel the cold chill real of this. Transmitted.
I often feel and am helpless in the face of what you describe. And the low hum exists for me too.
Especially now.
I can understand. I think we all have a version of that hum.
Thank you for reading!