Ya know that storage room seems pretty safe in comparison…
My meetings this morning were canceled because the students live in the south and couldn’t get in. My meeting at Tel Aviv U was not canceled this afternoon. It was short and sweet and we really should have just held it over the phone –on the other hand, if this were a normal day we’d have both had the concentration to have a real and intensive meeting that actually did something instead of making a useless pretense of normality. I took the bus back and started walking home from the bus stop. About four blocks from home, yeah the siren just started wailing.
You’ve got nowhere to go. There is no where that seems even remotely protected. You are just out there on the street. At least in a building you have the illusion of having some sort of protection. I found myself crouching next to a Haredi man beside a parked car.
You have bizarre thoughts. First you think things like, “at least I’m not on the bus because here I can maybe run.” Yeah, like you’d have that kind of time and warning. Then you think, “man. is there a tree I can reach and get under” as you consider that if even a piece of it hits the car, that car you are pretending is protection is likely to go up in a big fireball and you, crouching beside it, with it. There ain’t no tree. There are just lots and lots of people crouching in the gutter next to parked cars up the street. Then you worry about your cats (if you are me) because you just have a sense that you give some sort of magical protection to them and your abode if you are there rather than not-there.
Iron Dome took that sucker out and I couldn’t help some relatively vicious hopes that the bastards that sent that rocket trying to kill me, my cats, the Haredi guy I sheltered with and thousands of other people they never met in their life, get taken out just like their fricking rocket.