Tuesday, May 10, 2016
[a guest post by Ariella who is alone on a crowded bus somewhere between Delhi and Rishikesh]
Everyone I know who had ever been abroad for the Yom HaZikaron (Memorial Day) sirens told me it would be hard. But nothing could have prepared me for the sudden title wave of emotion that crashed over me.
My abba called my cell phone so I would be able to hear the siren itself and not just imagine it. And the second I heard it my heart shattered. Tears started running down my face that were beyond my control.
It was much more than the contrasting places that were suddenly connected by a phone call.
On the one side an entire nation, standing in unity, silently remembering friends and loved ones. On the other side I was the only Israeli on a bus driving down a crowded road with people chattering away all around me.
But the pain ran deeper than that. It was the feeling of solitude and loneliness, of being so far from anyone who could understand. It was the unfortunate understanding of what loss really feels like and having specific people to remember.
Nothing can prepare you for that.
Posted by David Bogner on May 10, 2016 | Permalink
I can only imagine how it felt.. be strong!
When you're done with India, start planning for a trip to visit this part of the world. You know how to reach me ;-)
Posted by: Rami | May 11, 2016 9:22:46 PM