All seemed to be sweet-ish
the usual Purim costumes – animals with whiskers, soccer players, dyed hair and quickie cartoon tattoos.
Then came the evening. Qassams, mortars, Red Alerts to stay in our shelters. Some wounded, some damage and the ever-present lack of knowing exactly where what fell. Saturday morning in the kibbutz. No Purim festivities today and we’ve been told to stay close to shelters.
May this end soon. No one gains from bomb attack