Wednesday, July 19, 2006
I was just watching the news report about the missiles that fell Nazareth and killed two children when my boyfriend called me from the area, on his way back from work. He saw his second missile of the day - it landed by the gas station he fills up at. The rocket isn't visible, but the fire and the damage is. He is getting nervous because the rockets have started falling in his town and also in the town he works in, and is seriously considering leaving the north for the time being. I, however, don't want to leave my home. We were having this discussion when the sirens went off again, so he quickly hung up the phone so he could get into safety. I grabbed the laptop and retreated to the hallway, as usual. I'm still here.