After reading Ben-Yehuda's
account of being injured in a terrorist attack, I was reminded of certain days, dark days.
Baruch HaShem, we don't hear of too many suicide bombings lately, largely due to the "infamous" security fence. But there used to be many, many attacks.
I remember those times vividly.
I grew up in the '90s in Jerusalem and Tel Aviv.
Those were the days of the #18 bus bombings, after the other, some of them taking place a mere few blocks away from my home.
Dark days.
The dark day when I took the bus home from school in Tel Aviv and hearing on the radio about the Dizengoff bombers.
The dark day when I wake up hearing a massive boom, walk 3 blocks to the Machane Yehuda Market and still see the car burning, hearing the crowd cry for vengeance against the Arabs (no casualties that time, BH).
The dark day when I hear that my mother was talking to my sister in Ben Yehudah Mall and my sister hears the phone go dead. Turns out my mother was running for cover while multiple explosions are going off, targeting rescuers and civilians alike.
Want to hear more? Visit Gila at My Shrapnel who will tell you what its like
"getting to know your shrapnel".
So the next time some asshole complains about how the security fence is oppressing the Palis, tell them to take a ride in the DeLorean time machine and take a seat on the #18 bus. That should change their stupid minds.