I don't know how to write these things. How ever I'll write them you will not understand If you don't live here,  that's clear for me now.
The first thing I saw when I came in the door, behind my mother's smiling welcome, was the television, another late night news flash about a Jewish neighborhood in Jerusalem being attacked for more than one month with automatic weapons. bullets shooting inside the rooms, over the television broadcasting this war live.

But I slept like a baby.

In the morning, beautiful day, sunshine, birds, all that, I went out to this walk I've been dreaming of all these months in Europe.  Going down town, visit my friends, walking in the city.   When I got to the market area I decided not to go inside, it's not recommended in this time, favorite place for terrorists with bombs.  So I just took a little street behind the market, wondering if it's really effective.   Nice street, Shomron street.

I met so many friends, randomly, small place, many friends. All smiling a little sadly, look a bit tired.   one hour later, I went with Yael, my friend, into a shop for mobile phones. A kind of necessarity in this situation.    Then it came, this big BOOM.   after a second of silence we looked at each other and determined "that was a bomb". A big one.    the sales man estimates at least 15 kg of explosives (he knows, he was in explosives in the army..) and I'm counting the minutes until the first ambulance arrives, wondering only how fast the announcement on the radio comes: "a car exploded near the market, Shomron St., two dead, ten injured".    All people in the street looking up to this cloud of smoke, only 500 meters behind us, counting ambulances.    Everyone, except me, with their mobiles: "yes it was right here, yes, I'm ok..."    and Yael looking at me and saying quietly:  "Welcome Home".

was i lucky ? did i see these terrorists parking their car when i passed there at the same time ? does it matter ?
I didn't go home later, it was a long day.  at the end I bought this mobile. (in the shopping moll, another dangerous location). I can call my mother right after bombs explode, tell her I'm ok.

There is a lot to write, talks with my friends, decisions, actions, reactions… it's not boring here, that's for sure.
I wanted to attach the images I took right after the bomb, the first ambulance, people with their mobiles, the smoke... but I couldn't download the images from the camera. my computer says he can't find a driver.

I also wonder. About a driver.
Who is he ? Where is he driving to and why ? can WE find a driver ?!

till soon.