One week in. It's crazy how quickly you can get used to a new situation, like not sleeping a full night and adjusting all your routes so you'll be near a bomb shelter. I've taken to walking my dog along the route of the underground light rail, so we'll have a dog-friendly shelter if needed, but the siren caught us once while we were in a small side street, and we took refuge in a nearby private building shelter. It was packed, and I felt a bit uncomfortable as the 'outsider', but one of the neighbors kindly offered water, and my dog loved the attention. With places closed and almost everyone working from home, or not working this past week, there was an early Covid vibe, only this time we are encouraged to be with other people, and I'm grateful to have neighbors I feel comfortable being in the shelter with at 3 am. But the home front updated the rules, and workplaces are encouraging workers to return, a strange situation when schools are still closed.
The threat from Iran has always been in the back of the mind, a matter of when, not if. Despite the danger, I feel okay with suffering a bit now if there is a chance that we won't have to live with an existential threat in the future, but only time will tell how this will play out.
When missiles will fall on Tel Aviv's streets
What will we wear? What music will we like?
And what will we do till then?
When Dizengoff Center will collapse into itself,
And the city within the city will vanish along
Please, please, please, please, kiss me at the end of the world
When missiles will fall on the central station
And the black city will disperse into the air,
And devour the White [city]
We will all be done in a great shock wave,
Let's live today as if it were yesterday
Please, please, please, please, kiss me at the end of the world
Thank you to youtube user @snurts for the translation!
