I want to share my pain with you.
Last night, I spent half of it hidden away in a shelter four long hours listening to the hum of drones and the terrifying whistle of missiles. When the skies quieted, I was faced with a choice remain in that safety or return home, because it was 3 a.m., and I needed at least a little sleep to survive another day, to keep going, to work, to live.
I chose to go home. But no sooner had I laid down in bed than the rockets were back. They were flying over my head, there were drones everything started all over again.
How is it possible to live like this ? to make life-and-death decisions almost every day? when the decision may be the last one
To all of you, and to your families, I wish one thing above all: safety.
Because in times like these, nothing is more precious.
Below is a photo of one of the houses that was damaged in today's attack.
