From my Twitter account (@knotellin) less than an hour ago:
14:15 Air raid sirens in Jerusalem RIGHT NOW.
Sitting on the floor, back to windows, under a stone archway. Waiting for boom or all clear.
I hear military aircraft, presume they are Israeli.
14:19 Israel GPO tweeted explosion was heard. I didn’t hear anything and I’m not moving until I hear it’s okay.
14:23 Israeli police say no rockets struck within Jerusalem city limits.
14:29 Calming down, slowing breathing, getting up to drink some water and go back to what I was doing. Welcome to my life.
The first three tweets were pretty much one right after the other, as fast as I could type, hunched over the iPad while I sat on the floor between the kitchen and main room, back against the natural stone wall. I’ve corrected the speed-and-stress-induced typos in all of them.
It was over very quickly for us here. According to the army spokesman, the rocket fell south of Jerusalem and Bethlehem, in an unnamed Palestinian village. (Precise locations are not given so as not to assist the rocket launch crews in perfecting their aim.)
I’m calm now, but it will take a while to get rid of the tension headache.
It was surreal, sitting there and reading tweets about being cheerful and booksales and medical confidentiality issues with email while I tweeted the rocket alert and waited for an explosion. It was kind of good, though. A good, grounding reminder that normal life goes on and all this is just a little blip. Okay, a big blip, but still just a blip.
I don’t really know why I’m posting this, other than that it seem like a real good post for my “Scenes from my life” category.