An Idiot Abroad on Yom HaZikaron
A number of years ago, I was sitting in my apartment in Tel Aviv when I heard a siren go off. First a low moan, like the acceleration of a motorcycle, and then a piercing cry. Ther…
A number of years ago, I was sitting in my apartment in Tel Aviv when I heard a siren go off. First a low moan, like the acceleration of a motorcycle, and then a piercing cry. Ther…