As we continue to keep readers informed about what life in Israel under rocket fire is like, part 7 of The Algemeiner’s “British girl in Tel Aviv” diary, describing her experiences in Israel during the past weeks of tension, is posted below. Part 1 can be read here, part 2 is here, part 3 here, part 4 here, part 5 here and part 6 is here.
After the announcement of a ceasefire, I did not expect to find myself in a crossfire.
Not the type of shells I was hoping to locate on the beach.
But more fool me, for everyone knows that Matkot is the country’s national sport. Although the bat and ball is not the crossfire I’m referring to, yes it does make rather a racket, but throw a frisbee into the mix and you’ve got quite the battle field.
Equip with my D200 I out armed them all yet I was the one in danger. I only threatened to shoot, yet these scantily clad demon athletes could take out an eye with one swift move of the back hand, worse still take off your head with a flying saucer. As risky as it was I couldn’t tear myself away.
At least fifteen minutes I stood there, frozen, in the heat of the game. Interrupted by the sight of a friend also braving the front lines; we both decided this would be a terribly embarrassing way to go – after all we are survivors of a war!
The author is a photographer from London, her website is: www.karabieber.com.