This past week has been a few surreal occurrences, hard to write about, but I will try.

On Shabbat March 14th an Iranian missile hit our house…a fragment…a big heavy metal thing shaped like a belt-that-fits-around-a-rocket. It hit our roof after a siren, after the booms we hear in the sky.

We heard the warning, then upon the siren went to the hallway downstairs, which is our safest part of the house. Then after the siren ended, we heard the “boom – boom – boom” in the sky like we always do. Then, one or two minutes later, Jordan went upstairs to read in his office, Tzachi went to the salon to look out the window, (he normally goes outside) and AB and I stayed with Packer (the dog) in the hallway. We were sipping cola and had no reason to leave. It was Shabbat, after all. Nobody really had anywhere to go…

“BOOM!!!!” the house shook.

“Jordan!!!” I called…and it was quiet…then I heard footsteps rushing down the stairs. Jordan was quiet, breathing heavy, and said “it’s in the house,........

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