dinsdag 26 augustus 2014

verslag vanuit Israel over laatste dag voor een nieuw bestand

Ooggetuige verslag vanuit Israel.


Dit wordt geen media-verslag.

De media willen deze kant namelijk niet zien.


Hieronder vertelt een jonge  vrouw over de terreurbeleving die Hamas teweeg brengt.

Gek genoeg is de terreur vanuit Gaza het grootst net  voor een nieuw bestand.


Als je onderstaand verslag leest kun je je niet voordtellen dat Nederlandse journalisten durven schrijven dat Israel praktisch niets merkt van de oorlog.

Steevast wordt dan het aantal doden aan beide kanten vergeleken en dat moet verklaren waarom Israel niets merkt van de oorlog.

Als een land zijn burgers goed beschermt mag het verder niet klagen, want er vallen kennelijk niet genoeg doden!

In NRC van 20/8 schreef de journalist Beemsterboer over het steeds oplaaiende conflict dat Israel kan leven met een conflict op een laag pitje.

Het is maar wat je een laag pitje noemt als een wapenstilstand inmiddels 11 maal verbroken is door Hamas.




Het verslag van 26/8 vanuit Israel:


On day 50, definitely the worst day for me of this war, I can’t hold myself anymore and feel the urge to share what it feels like when your country is being fired at:


I work in this wonderful start-up company, developing smart agricultural technologies, located in the South of Israel. Everyday my trip to work is like moving from one world to the other. From my cozy apartment in Tel Aviv, a city also called “the bubble” for its apparent lack of connection with the rest of the country, to the offices of my company in the South of Israel. On my way I start my “war routine” – windows open to hear an alarm along the way, radio on and searching for places to hide along the road, just in case…


At work we have become used to rocket alarms and explosions around us. Even when not in war, we have alarms now and then. After all, “a few rockets in the South are not a reason to start a war….”. From far away, I can see the border of Gaza through the window of my office. An iron dome installation is located just near our offices, firing its defending rockets every few hours. After it being launched, we can see the iron dome rocket searching in the air for the incoming rocket, eventually exploding it, accompanied by a loud “boom”. Usually the iron dome lounge is a followed right after by loud, crying alarms sounding all around. We run towards small shelters, called “miguniot” located around, wait to hear the explosions above our head. Sometimes its so loud that we know we have to wait for pieces of the exploded rockets to come down before leaving these bomb shelter hiding places.

Today, still at home, I was woken up at 6:30 by a first air raid in Tel Aviv. Still slightly smiling at all my neighbors yawning in their pajamas in the bomb shelter under our building, I decide to start my day early and get back to our apartment. The neighbor’s children ask us, as always with scared faces, to stay for 10 minutes, as we are officially instructed to by the army.


Later on, arriving in Ashkelon, I encourage the employees that had the courage to arrive today and try to keep the atmosphere light. It appears most of the employees, although from all different cities, were woken by alarms very early. We joke that this is a nice synchronization of everybody, knowing that we all got up with the same rockets.


One of our dear collaborating farmers from an area right near the border with Gaza came by. He told us again about the people that got hit, cars and houses that got damaged. He told us he won’t be able to start the new growing season, something that is pretty crucial for a start up company as ours. We understand him and just look for ways of comforting him as much as possible.


In the mean time we run to the shelters at three different rocket attacks. A few iron dome rockets were shot without alarms to take down rockets aimed at the villages around us. As usual the last two month, by three o’ clock most employees started leaving, wanting to get back to their safe homes. Working a full time day at our offices has become almost impossible the last months. Fortunately we have laptops to continue from less risky places, but we can’t move our greenhouses...


I had some more meetings and then there was yet another alarm. By the strength of the explosions I could understand that it was right above us. We waited and heard the pieces fall around. Something inside told me that I really had to get home soon.


Getting to the car I understood from the news on the radio that a cease fire was supposed to start within half an hour. I am sure any of you reading this is thinking that this was great news. However, with my experience from the last weeks I knew that before reaching this cease fire something else would happen.

Hamas has shown the last months that it has one of the incomprehensible  habbits: right before a cease fire, instead of showing that they really want peace, they use the last minutes of not-yet-cease fire to fire all the rockets they are able to fire at once.

On my way back I was, as always, listening to the radio for alerts around me. This time the radio wouldn't stop notifying me of places around me under fire. I was holding my steering wheel tightly and tried to figure out how close each of the alarms was to me, tears of fear running down my face. I stopped the car and approached my colleague whom I had asked to drive behind me and told him I did not know what to do anymore. We decided that we would not stop and drive home as fast as possible. It felt like the alarms were racing after us and now and then catching up with us. After having passed the city of Ashdod, about 20 kilometers from Tel Aviv , I finally heard the alarms fading away. I started breathing normally again, I could feel my comfortable “bubble” approach.

Back in tel Aviv I parked, a guy knocked on my window. “Do you have 5 shekels for me?” I told him: “I feel like my life was just saved, of course I have money for you”. As a typical Tel Avivian he confirmed that I indeed got back to “the bubble” and told me “well, your car was not damaged, you should be OK”.

Opening the door of my apartment I started crying out loud. So many frustrations. How can anybody in the world blame Israel for defending me, my employees, our farmers?

If you read all the way up till this point, please do me one favor, whether you agree with me or not, imagine you and your children sitting together in the garden and having your neighboring country fire rockets at you. Just imagine this is for real. What would you expect your country to do? Even if you really respect the people on the other side of that border that are not firing at you?  Wouldn’t you want to feel that somebody cares?

For the first time in my peace-loving life, I was astonished to find myself wondering, what the hell will this cease fire bring us?



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