The bubble
I live near Tel Aviv and I feel like I’m in some kind of a bubble. I don’t really feel like we are at war because it hadn’t reached my area yet. I know Israel is a small country and it’s probably wierd hearing that some of us don’t really feels like war but it’s true.
Some of my friends have allready been drafted (mostly infantry), and still I can’t really say that i feel at war. Many of the northen habitants came to Tel Aviv to hide from the Hezbollah bombings so it’s a little crowded here and yet it doesn’t feel like war.
I know that the Hezbollah clames it has missiles powerfull enough to reach Tel Aviv, and I know there is a good chance they will use it eventually, but, as i’ve said before, I’m surrounded by a giant bubble of denial.
There are people in the north crowding inside a shelter worrying they might get hit by a “katyusha” missile and i’m going on with my buissiness, learning for my exams, eating in resturants without looking to the sky in fear even once.
Yet, I’m thinking about it, writing about it, knowing about it. So maybe this giant bubble is transparent. May be I can see through it and know whats happening. Maybe the bubble is shielding me from feeling all the pain both sides are expiriencing.
I dread the day someone will pop my bubble.
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