The first words that come to mind are “time warp”. As a Sabrit child of Holocaust survivors, who grew up in Canada and made Aliyha in 2009, whose father fought in Israel in 1948, whose brother did his Israeli army service in spite of living in Canada and now, whose nieces and nephew are the third generation to serve in the IDF, I thought I was well prepared for life as a Jew in Israel and the world. Today, I am witnessing images that I only heard about in stories from my parents of events that are happening on streets that I lived on or travelled to as a tourist. I have to stop and remind myself over and over again; it’s different this time. I am in a Jewish state in which people are giving up their lives to protect me, with today’s technology it’s harder for my enemy to keep secrets and lie, and it’s harder to be anti-sematic. Yet still, while In the past I used to get emails from friends in Canada asking me if I’m alright and telling me that they’re thoughts and prayers are with me, during this war, only silence.
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