Wall Fence as Blessing
This is why I read Imshin. She and husband Bish go to Netanya, and tell us what it's like.
Remember Netanya? Netanya of the Park Hotel Passover Massacre, when thirty people, many of them elderly, were slaughtered as they sat down for the ritual Passover Seder meal in the dining room of a hotel; Netanya of numerous other terrorist attacks in recent years; Netanya that had become a ghost town because people were too scared to leave their homes, not to mention stay at the beachfront hotels.
Last night the center of Netanya was alive and buzzing with activity. People everywhere, hundreds of them, happy, carefree. Just a mid-week summer night in a vibrant holiday resort. Municipal banners promised Tu b’Av festivities (the Jewish festival of love) somewhere, but we could see no sign of them, just people having a good time out on the town.
Netanya, vibrant. I don't know about you, but this allowed me one big sigh of relief: Whew, thank Gd, thank Imshin, thank the fence, thank Sharon for the fence. Oh, and thank the Palestinians for the concrete.