Old City by night, Judean Plains by day
06 December 2009
This past Friday I had the opportunity to visit Sderot. Just short of two hours from my house, its an entirely alternate universe. It reminded me that terror still happens every single day. In fact, the day prior to my trip, a rocket had fell on a neighboring city close to the borders of Sderot. Just walking on the streets was an experience. Every bus stop doubles as a bomb shelter; the eeriest image was that of playgrounds adorned with the normal swings, slides etc.--and a concrete hut. It wasn't hard to feel the tension in the air...but somehow, even after countless rockets littering their streets, they still have the strength and courage to go on with daily life--with smiles spread across their faces.