Today was absolutely exhausting - and I don't mean because I painted my bedroom alone for at least eight hours, climbing over my bed, lifting the chair to do the high parts over and over again...with 80s love songs blasting in the background. I mean it was mentally taxing...

There is a massive blind spot on behalf of the West when it comes to Islamic Terror Regimes - THEY DON'T THINK LIKE YOU - BUT THEY KNOW HOW YOU THINK.

Because just like in the early days when your grandparents came here from all over and built these communities that bring you so much pride - that is us, now. The world is squeezing us out - we felt it out there - the hatred of us and the hatred of you and the hatred of this tiny but incredible little country, the land of which is taking the impact of ballistic missiles - and we came - and we are staying.

The hunger to hate Jews was SO great - that the second this attack happened the lid flew off the pot - a pot I hadn't known was boiling - and I watched in horror as the world erupted in a lava of evil, held in for 80 years, that might have been left simmering on some long-forgotten stove, but had been metastasizing all along.

"You can feel the death here," said my roommate of a few days, as we passed each other at the Nova Festival site, after each exploring it on our own for about fifteen minutes. A casual remark said without any emotion, on a beautiful sunny day at around 5pm - the time of day where you have to be careful which side you take a picture from, as one way will face the shining sun as it gets ready to set, and the other will give your shot exquisite lighting.

I think we did at least. It depends on which channel you turn on here in Israel. On one, it said "Nasrallah chu-sal." Ma ze chu-sal?...