British Girl in Tel Aviv Diary Part 5: Code Red to Green Light
As we continue to keep readers updated on what life in Israel under rocket fire is like, part 6 and 7 of The Algemeiner’s “British girl in Tel Aviv” diary, describing her experiences over the past few days, is posted below. Part 1 can be read here, part 2 is here, part 3 is here, and part 4 is here.
Day 6: Code Red to Green Light
I crashed the trolley in the supermarket today. I felt perhaps I was in a little dream.
On my way there, to buy a watermelon, (I could write a whole other post about watermelon!) I found myself nostalgic, thinking of all my beautiful experiences here.
I felt wistful and wonderful; in the warmth of the sun I recalled endless magical moments. I feel I could make manuscripts, fill volumes; tell tales of the tremendous times which I’ve lived here.
You must understand that in Tel Aviv, it is quite normal to wait so long at the traffic lights – one has all the time in the world to reflect!
In fact were it not for the ‘tick tick tick’, to assist the blind, I might have missed the little green man, altogether!
Day 7: 21.11.12
I’ve noticed I’ve been eating a lot more chocolate lately and today I had two breakfasts. So thankful that I did; for I needed all the stamina I could find for what became of today.
Something I shall never forget. Sirens like I’ve on no account, ever experienced. Ambulances, police and fire engines, a haunting cacophony, enshrouding the city with shrieks, shrills – screeches at pitches so claustrophobic and panicky, I pray never to witness again.
One could hear the speeds of these vehicles, the urgency and determination to reach their destination. “BUT WHAT WAS GOING ONNN??”, I wanted to shout so the whole city would hear me. Running back and forth from the window to computer, still no updates on the news. My mind inventing scenarios. And then, there it was, ‘Blast on Tel Aviv bus’. One scenario I had not imagined, yet one I’d been fearing the most.
I felt I held all the worlds fury inside my frame. Completely in horror that such an atrocity could happen. A new meaning to ‘it hit close to home’, because really, it was close to home, just around the corner from my apartment.
The author is a photographer from London, her website is: www.karabieber.com.