I didn’t notice the air raid siren. Everyone else in our tour group was evacuating the pool area and heading inside to the hotel’s bomb shelter, but I was caught up in an “ice-breaker” conversation. My rabbi, dressed in her shorts and tank top for our first official day of a two-week tour, caught my eye, pointed to the sky, and said, “Rocket’s coming.”
Welcome, my friends, to Israel.
We were in Tel Aviv, and Hamas had just fired the rockets that would set off war. Our group of 70-plus members of Kehillat Israel synagogue, including my kids, nieces, parents, and parents-in-law, had arrived the night before and our heads were still fogged by jet lag. After the “all clear” was announced, our cantor tried to reassure us by describing the Iron Dome missile defense system, and adding that the places we were visiting that day had ample bomb shelters.
My niece, shaken but astute, asked, “What about while we’re on the bus?” Our Israeli guide answered, “If we are on the bus and there’s a siren, we get off, lie down in the road, and put our hands over our heads. Ready? Let’s go.”
I could be blasé and tell you that we only went to bomb shelters twice, so yeah, you know, no biggie. I could tell you it was nothing to be informed where the bomb shelter was each time we checked in to a new hotel, or to download an app that alerts you when the Iron Dome intercepts rockets, and when it does not.
On one level that would be the truth. Hamas’ daily barrage of rockets didn’t affect our trip much: We still went ziplining and rappelled down the Manara Cliff; we still swam in the Mediterranean and floated in the Dead Sea; we still prayed at the Western Wall and shopped for jewelry and Judaica in Jerusalem; we still ventured south to the Negev Desert to marvel at the geologic formation known as a “Machtesh Ramon” – a grand canyon-like wonder; we still visited Yad Vashem, the museum of the Holocaust, and recalled the very reason for Israel’s existence, the constant battle to be.
But on another level, to say it was no big deal would be a lie. The rockets affected me deeply. On our last night in Tel Aviv, for example, my kids asked if they could have room service for dinner. Under other circumstances I’d have pushed them to come out, to experience a new city. But my first thought was that in the hotel they would be safer, closer to a shelter, not exposed. It was an easy yes.
We had to decide if it was too risky for us adults to go out. We had to calculate the value of enjoying a summer night in Tel Aviv and the possibility of shrapnel landing on our heads. After all, we were told the Iron Dome was 90% effective, but there was still that pesky 10%. We had to prioritize living or fear.
You know, the usual vacation decisions.
We went out to dinner. We came back unscathed. The tone of our visit was set: Life trumps.
As we enjoyed our adventures, I felt for family back home, who only saw images of rockets raining on Israel day and night, who didn’t see that for most of Israel, life went on as usual.
I felt for the people of Gaza, who Hamas sacrificed by pushing Israel to defend its people. I felt the frustration and hopelessness of it all – never more than when listening to Israeli Palestinian journalist Khaled Abu Toameh describe the futility of a peace process where one side’s leader can’t accept any negotiated peace without facing execution.
I brought home a keepsake from this trip, a bracelet with the words of the Jewish prayer Sh’ma engraved in silver. “God is One,” the prayer says. “We are all connected, we are all part of One,” my Rabbi elaborates. That’s pretty much the heart of it, no matter what God, or no god, you believe in.
“Wear the bracelet for protection,” the saleslady had said when I tightened it around my wrist.
No prayer or band of silver can protect me. I wear it anyway. I say it anyway. I close my eyes and imagine I am wrapping it around the world’s wrist, a dome of protection over every last one of us, all children of this earth.
11 thoughts on “How I Spent My Summer Vacation: Swimming, Hiking, and Ducking Bombs in Israel”
Thank you so much for sharing your amazing experience
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Thank you so much for commenting! I hope to share more, as I just scratched the surface.
Laura, I enjoyed that article more than I can tell you. It’s beautiful. Thank you for writing it.
In love, Deborah
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Thank you so much, Deb. Your comment means so much to me. It is impossible to convey the entire experience, but I hope I caught a shimmering slice of life visiting Israel. I’m so grateful we got to be in Israel at this strange time.
Thank you. The trip was so beautiful, the emotions so heightened.
Thank you Laura for capturing this so beautifully. I am still “full” from this trip of a lifetime, processing it with every passing day.
What a wonderful piece. Thank you, Terry
Thank you for commenting. Glad you enjoyed it.
Saw Stu today and he let me know you had posted this. You are such a great example for all of us. I need one of those bracelets…
Hi there. Don’t we all need one of those bracelets. The situation grows ever more depressing — more deaths, more blaming. What we really need isn’t a magic bracelet but a magic wand.