And we’re back. Gone full circle once again. And for the millionth time since Israel’s creation, missiles are flying, people are dying, and the world media is being a totally biased bitch.
And all the posts I see on Facebook are about how Israel is being violent for no apparent reason (ahem), and how all the naive leftist idiots think we should just sit back and let Hamas have their fun.
Well, I don’t give a flying rocket about anything except for the following:
1) My parents are in Be’er Sheva. This past Shabbat, they invited my grandmother to the safety of their shelter room. Then I hear a direct hit in Be’er Sheva destroyed a house and injured an 80-year old woman. Luckily, it wasn’t who I thought it was.
2) My parents are still under fire. I haven’t seen my mom for the past 10 days and I haven’t seen my dad for the past month if not more. And the fear that keeps everyone in Israel within close proximity to a secure location in case of a siren will also keep my parents in Be’er Sheva and will keep me in Jerusalem.
3) There have only been three sirens in Jerusalem since round million and one started, and most of the rockets were either thwarted by iron dome or fell in open areas or fell in Palestinian territory (and, riddle me this, it goes to show how Hamas just doesn’t give a shit about their own people, so why the fuck should we?). During the first siren, I was home, so running to the shelter wasn’t much of a problem. On the second one, I was at the bus station downtown, and scrambled into Hamashbir’s staircase as a last resort. The third one happened while we were at the dog park. With no secure location in sight, I grabbed my dog and hid under a concrete table listening to the explosions filling the air as the dogs started barking and Diamond jerked in my arms with a silent whimper.
4) Despite the low rate of sirens in Jerusalem, I jump out of my skin every time I hear something that remotely sounds like the beginning of a siren – a truck or a motorcycle speeding off on the road below, the high-pitched cry of a gust of wind, a song that opens with a siren (Black Sabbath’s “War Pigs”, Arch Enemy’s “Blood on Your Hands”, etc.). Good times.
5) I haven’t been to see the eye doctor yet as a follow-up to my cataract surgery because the only appointments I managed to get were in Rechovot, and there is no way in all the rubble that people’s houses are being reduced to that I will ever take a bus and ride on in an open road while weather forecasts show 100% chance of rocket showers.
6) I am set to go to Germany on July 29. Since Israel is planning a ground strike on Gaza (something I am rather opposed to), I don’t see how this is going to end anytime before my trip. My boyfriend, my dog and I will have no choice but take our chances on the open road to go to Be’er Sheva, drop Diamond off at my parents’ house so they can look after her while we’re away, then take the train to Ben Gurion airport. Once on the plane, I will most likely be so nervous I’ll be throwing my guts up until we’re well past Israel’s airspace. Once in Germany, my sleeve tattoo (with the Star of David) will remain nice and hidden the entire time. And I’ll keep being nervous that my parents are still in the line of fire, this time with my dog who will hear more sirens and louder explosions than she is used to (and she is used to it as we are because we always hear gunfire and fireworks in Gilo).
7) About this ground strike – yes, I am opposed to it. I mean if we can significantly reduce Hamas’s manpower and rocket reserves from the safety of our fighter planes, I think we should stick with that plan. With a ground strike, the death toll on both sides will rise, and there is no doubt that the world community will go shithouse and resume their antisemitic oral defecation with more fervor than ever. But as mentioned above, no flying shrapnel will be given by me when it comes to the world community. Hell, if all Israel ever did was listen to the world, we wouldn’t survive a day, and we’ll be just as big of wusses as the pot-smoking leftist hippies want us to be.
8) For another kind of code RED: Aunt Flo visited me twice this month. Fuck me.
So I’ll just keep about my usual business until the next siren or anything that sounds like it will make my heart miss a couple of arrhythmic beats and make my head spin with a heavy adrenaline OD. This usual business includes new songs on my iPod to listen to (namely Megadeth, Iron Maiden, Slayer and Horrorpops) new Stephen King books to be ordered (online this time because Steimatzky is starting to piss me off), new adventures to embark on (Germany trip and Wacken festival), and a new zine to be written (all about the trip to Germany, snail mail love and art, and the joys of Washi tapes).
Peace, love, and I’m starting to think that I’m not getting any mail because my penpals decided to jump on the “boycott Israel” bandwagon.