And happy spring everyone!
I was always known to be sensitive. I wrote about it few times, how I take things hard, and personally, how what I read on papers, books, or see on TV get straight into my heart and makes me cry.
Today was overwhelming. I am home for a few days now, sick, as was mentioned in the last post. Fever is almost gone but general weakness is still here. I decided to make a soup and left the house for the supermarket, arrived home and started cooking. I moved my laptop to the kitchen and went online in order to watch the news. Israel is a news empire, not just making news, but also broadcasting them, they are on all the time. I saw my favorite current affairs show and then came the news.
A 7th years old boy was severely injured from a Hamas rocket. His mom, crying, praying.
And then, a young soldier, who his family was one of the evacuated families from the Gaza area 2 years ago, was hurt last week. He is a solider. His parents are strong and angry; they have a full stomach on the government.
Then came the last straw for me. An Arab doctor who usually works in Israel. He is living in Gaza, being interviewed to the Israel TV about the events all time. Today the IDF, the Israeli army, bombed his house. Why? We don’t know. The IDF usually says it because rockets were shot from there. I say BULLSHIT. We killed 3 of his little girls. 2 of his other kids are hospitalized in a sever condition. He was crying on TV, asking none-stop for someone to explain to him why was his house bombed. No reply.
We kill little girls. So they are, therefore we are not different from them.
I could not stop crying, my heart was aching from the pain.
How is this reality a normal thing?
We are so fucked.
And then, a satire comic show, making fun about the war, about the Arabs, about the Israelis in the shelters.
Unbelievable.
Not going to the Pro-Israel demo tomorrow, I just cannot.
