Let me tell you a story. I went to visit my parents in Beer Sheva today. It takes about an hour to drive there. I got there at 12:45 pm. Said hi, kissed my parents and went to look what's cooking in my mom's pots.
Suddenly a siren started wailing. This has only one meaning for it these days for a million people in Israel. A missile is doing its way from Gaza in your direction. And you have to act fast.
My elderly parents already know the drill. They somehow dragged themselves to what we call a 'protected space', an inside room with heavy walls. 30 seconds passed. Then the dog started barking. We forgot him outside in the garden. My mom started for the door. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Going to bring Coco" she said. "Forget it" I said.
We listened together, trying to hear the fall. We couldn't. They said in the radio later that the missile fell in an open space.
Then we had 3 hours of quiet. There's a daily ceasefire between 1 and 4 pm when humanitarian aid is being delivered to Gaza.
This was my experience today, and I hold no grudge. I am not even trying to compare it to the living hell experienced by innocent civilians in Gaza. I can't even start to imagine what does it feel over there. And I don't wish any of you to ever know.
This is all so futile. My heart cries for all the people in Gaza strip that are suffering more than 2 weeks now death injury, pain, loss of relatives, friends and property and trauma that will never heal.
Today, I was convinced more than ever that we have no other way, but the peace way. We have to somehow reach for one another, heal each other wounds, gain a little trust and start a dialogue.