Helplessness

Wednesday night I couldn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes I had these images in my head, these people being dragged front their homes by their own people. And I kept thinking about the future, the fact that war is inevitable.

The Nazis invented themselves a false history, a legacy Hitler made up to captivate the masses. And they believed it like the “Palestinians” believe theirs. I just don’t understand how so many Israelis are falling for the same crap again. We said “never again”. When people came back from the death camps to warn the others, no one believed them. And no one believes us now. They will not stop.

I didn’t sleep until Mike came home and I felt safe. The next day I called in sick. My sister picked me up at 20:00 and we went to a spontaneous demonstration, thousands of us wearing orange were at the exit to the city. Buses full of people that were evacuated that morning from Neve-Dekalim showed up around 21:00 and we applauded them as they waved, smiling sadly, exhausted but so happy to see they weren’t alone.