I'm back north, already "visited" the bomb shelter today and now about to take a road to another northern village to console a family whose son was killed yesterday.
It's a dangerous trip to take these days and I'm not taking it light heartedly.
But the reason is even worse. An awful feeling. It takes all I've got to stop the tears right now. The sadness overcomes the fear.
I will post more when I return.
Thank you all for your constant and relentless support. Who are we and what are we to demand such a thing as a peaceful life?