Return of the ritual
It’s almost a ritual.
Whenever a terror attack takes place, the first thing I do is mentally place where everyone in my family is. Once I know they’re safe, then I branch outwards, thinking of who I know that live or may be in the area. Today, like many times in the past, it was Netanya.
Luckily, I don’t really know many people there, mainly just a few retired parents of some friends. I had just finished having coffee with one such friend, so I naturally thought of him and quickly made sure that his loved ones were ok.
Next, my own daily walking habits in Jerusalem are subtlely revised. I look out of the corner of my eyes at passersby, I avoid crowded streets, and I shy away from restaurants or cafes for the day.
It may not be logical – just because a suicide bomber blows up in Netanya, it doesn’t mean that there’s another about to press the button in Jerusalem – but it is human nature.
And that’s Israelity.
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