Tomorrow evening is Pesach - most people will be sitting down for the seder with their families. This Pesach is without joy, without hope. The angel of death has touched almost everyone. How can we celebrate the holiday of freedom when the hostages are still underground. The war rages on, in Gaza, in the north, Iran joined in, we survived then retaliated. This is not nearly over - but we don't even know what over means, or will mean. Once again foreign airlines have abandoned us. It is almost impossible to describe the pall which hangs over the middle east - the anxiety, the depression, the fear, the sense of futility, of grim resignation.
This is a very short entry to wish everyone Hag Herut - A holiday of freedom.
That is my very first geranium which I planted last week. It opened for me this morning.
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