It was surrealistic.
As my husband and I drove down Al Maqdesi Road on our way to the Kotel a siren
sounded. Ten minutes earlier we’d seen and heard an ambulance and knew this was
different, an air raid siren. Plus, my husband’s app announced we had a minute
and a half to get to a shelter. But where? And how?
Living in Shilo
we have had only sirens twice in the last nineteen months of the war. Both
times were at home, and it was simple to enter our shelter. This morning we were
ducks out of water and not sure what to do.
The obvious action
would have been to stop the car and seek shelter, but traffic, as can be seen
in this photo, continued as normal. We saw two teenagers lifting their phones
to the sky, most probably hoping to catch a shot of the Houthi missile. Pedestrians
continued on their way to wherever they were going.
Finally, my husband
spotted a parking spot. We exited our car and stood against a wall feeling
rather silly. In the end, our action was unnecessary since the missile was intercepted
outside Israeli territory. It was the third fired at Israel in a 24-hour period.
Thankfully, none hit their mark. May the
miracles continue.
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