A blow to the screen
Jan. 19th, 2006 04:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tamara_russoYou know these times when your computer screen goes out of its mind, and you give it a blow, and it gets better than it has for a long time? That was today - after two weeks of constant rain, wind and cold, I woke up to a clear blue sky, light breeze and sun. I decided I needed to go out, this being such a beautiful day to waste. So I did - I got dressed, took my bag and caught the bus to Tel-Aviv. Took a walk down Shenkin Street, enjoyed the sun and warmth, bought two books, smelled the new scents in "Old Fashioned Soap" and in "Lallin" and walked down to the beach. Stared at the waves for some time and felt like this day would make me happy for at least a week. It was fun, it was beautiful, it was wonderful. My sister picked me up and we came home to eat lunch.
You know these times when your computer screen goes out of its mind, and you give it a blow, and it gets better than it has for a long time? But then it goes all dreadful again, even worse than it was before you hit it. A suicide bomber just blew himself in the Old Central Station in Tel-Aviv. Again with the sirens, the ambulances, the body count... God, we had some time off, we had some time to breathe, but again, the plunge, the power that forces us to look into the eyes of war again, is here. I am supposed to meet Helena in Azriely, but I don't know if I will - the bus rout goes just where the bombing occurred. I hate this, I hate it so much. I am never afraid to go out, to go on a bus, to eat at a cafe, but these things just make me want to scream.
You know these times when your computer screen goes out of its mind, and you give it a blow, and it gets better than it has for a long time? But then it goes all dreadful again, even worse than it was before you hit it. A suicide bomber just blew himself in the Old Central Station in Tel-Aviv. Again with the sirens, the ambulances, the body count... God, we had some time off, we had some time to breathe, but again, the plunge, the power that forces us to look into the eyes of war again, is here. I am supposed to meet Helena in Azriely, but I don't know if I will - the bus rout goes just where the bombing occurred. I hate this, I hate it so much. I am never afraid to go out, to go on a bus, to eat at a cafe, but these things just make me want to scream.
