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In Jerusalem, I’m holding onto hope

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“Did we just hear a siren?”

I was sitting in my room, with the door closed tight to bar my toddler out for the duration of a zoom call, and only realized I heard something when the man on my screen said these words. Neither of us thought that we heard correctly, so we just went on with our meeting. Outside the room, I found out later, the world wasn’t as confused.

Less than a kilometer away, in Jerusalem’s center of town, families in blue and white were told to sit down on the ground near stone walls. People lay down the flags they brought to celebrate Yom Yerushalayim. Some took out sandwiches instead, and fed their crouching toddlers snacks. People sang “Am Israel Chai” and ate and waited. Parents held their children close.

By the time I came out of the room, those families were back to marching and to dancing. But the world around us altered, and the sense of danger shifted. The rising tensions of the week behind us morphed into a shooting war.

I don’t know what it is, exactly, that we’re facing. I........

© The Times of Israel (Blogs)

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