Yesterday, while Maks and I were out galavanting the streets of tel aviv enjoying a cappuccino, a chocolate rugalach, and yogurt with fruit and muesli, I receive a text from Scott.
"By the way, there was target practice in the skies today. There were joint military exercises where patriot missiles were shooting down drones."
I think about this for a minute and look around Dallal bakery. No one seems to notice or even care. So I decide we are going to head home to pick up the scooter and go for a ride. See if I can catch anything on film. First I call Scott...
"Hi, I just got your text. Should I be worried?"
"hmmm, I don't know. Itay's in the car with me. We are going to get lunch. "
"Hi Itay."
"So, Relik told us he was involved in this exercise today."
"What do you mean by 'involved' as in he pushed a button and said shoot now?"
"I am not sure what he meant."
"Ok have fun at lunch. Bye!"
This is the first time I felt Israeli. You don't worry about what's happening. You don't care. You don't think about it. You just go on with your day. I think to myself, wow, if I can get something on film, this would make a fantastic story. So I asked Makai, "Makkie, would you like to go for a scooter ride on the beach and see if we can watch some military planes shoot down other planes? "YESSS MOMMIEEEE! YESSSS!" And off we went from 12 pm to 5:30 pm. Nothing exciting to report but a cool Elephant playground.
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