The closet
I woke up in Kfar Aza on the morning of October 7 to the sound of Hamas rockets. I knew how the rockets usually sounded here, so I immediately realised something was different about these ones. I said, “Yes, a day off work! I can work from home.” Those were my first thoughts. I went outside to the neighbours: “Hey, good morning, good morning!” Outside, I heard boom-boom-boom, there were already gunshots in the kibbutz, and I was all like, “What’s up? Good morning!” We didn’t get it at all.
