Adele Raemer
Adele Raemer
Life on the Border with the Gaza Strip
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Our rockets are back

Once again I'm running for safety in the middle of the night, closing my saferoom’s iron shutters – with my granddaughter's 6th birthday party canceled
Photo by Adele Raemer
Photo by Adele Raemer

Like the nasty fungus that you can’t totally rid yourself of. Like the mangy street cat who gets kicked out but keeps coming back through a different window. Our rockets are back.

We’re used to restrictions in the Western Negev. That’s why, when the COVID restrictions came into force, limiting our actions and movements for safety’s sake, the concept was not anything foreign to us.

But now that we are allowed to walk outside without our masks, and life seems to be getting back to normal, the rockets are back and with them, warnings pummeling us out of our beds, out of our sleep, our hearts revving from 0-200 in a nanosecond, as once more we need to sprint to the safe room, grabbing sleeping kids on the way. During the course of the night, 36 rockets were launched into Israeli communities,on roads and into our fields..

This morning we received an official message warning us to stay near our safe rooms, not to go outside unless necessary, not to hold events outside in open spaces, forbidding us from holding events with more than 100 people (basically, I believe, aimed at morning prayers in synagogues, which are often not bomb-proof structures), canceling all work in the fields near the border fence and closing the Zikkim beach.

Within two hours, we received another message removing those restrictions.

And, shortly after, another message rescinding the previous but cautioning us to remain vigilant.

As it stands now, we are once again without restrictions. But wary.

Maybe, if we actually had a government, one not rendered as fossilized as Lot’s wife by the political muddle, incapable of putting aside personal ego wars in order to function and which was able to play nicely together in the sandbox in Jerusalem, there wouldn’t be this confusion. It’s traumatic enough to have to deal with rockets, alerts and explosions, but this blatant official confusion punctures another hole in the armor of resilience that protects our souls, yearning to rely and trust on those in the upper ranks, who have the full picture of the situation,those we are supposed to be able to rely on to protect us with their decisions.

Yet, renewed rocket fire was no surprise to anyone who lives here. We all knew it was not a question of if, rather of when. The violent protests that have been bubbling in East Jerusalem clearly have a direct link to the factions in Gaza, where the situation has not improved one iota since the previous escalations in early 2020. If anything, they’ve gotten worse. COVID may have reared its ugly head there later than it afflicted the rest of the world, due to restricted travel in and out of Gaza, but it’s there, chiseling away even more at THEIR meagre standard of living, access to quality health care and other basics which the western world takes for granted.

So, there goes a little over a year of relative stability, during which time, I didn’t have thoughts of where I would take cover while taking my grandchildren home from their daycare frameworks. Once again I find myself running for safety in the middle of the night, closing my saferoom’s protective iron shutters, waking up in the morning with my head murky and sluggish from lack of sleep, and in a situation forcing us to cancel my granddaughter’s birthday party. Because what sane resident of the Western Negev would take the chance of holding a garden party with 20 6-year-olds, after a night of rocket fire? On the border, we are again asking ourselves, what is the potential explosiveness of this situation?

About the Author
Born in the USA, Adele has lived in a Kibbutz on the border with the Gaza Strip since 1975. She is a mother and a grandmother living and raising her family on the usually paradisaical, sometimes hellishly volatile border. She is affiliated with "The Movement for the Future of the Western Negev", and "Achdut Im Hadarom" for sanity's sake. She also moderates a FB group named "Life on the Border". Adele is a teacher of English as a Foreign Language, as well as a teacher trainer and counselor for the Israeli MoE for EFL and a Tech Integration Coach. She blogs here about both Life on the Border, as well as about digital pedagogy, in "Digitally yours, @dele". She has recently become a devoted YouTuber on the topic of digital stuff. ( Her personal channel covers other issues close to her heart (medical clowning, Life on the Border, etc.) ( In addition, she is a trained medical clown and, as any southern clown would do, clowns as often as she can in the pediatric ward in the hospital in Ashkelon. She was recently included among the Haaretz "Ten Jewish Faces who made Waves in 2018" She was invited to Geneva by an independent investigative committee for the UN to bear witness to the border situation in November 2018, and in December 2019 addressed the UN Security Council at the request of the US ambassador to the UN.
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