Terrorist attack

Police below
our house

 In the middle of Vespers which I presided, we heard police sirens wailing just outside our chapel walls along our street. After prayers we found out that an arab tried to shoot israeli police 20 meters away at Bab Hutta gate. He used a makeshift submachine gun ... but he was himself shot dead by the police. Now our street and the entire neighbourhood is locked down as police comb the area for other suspects and evidence. Nearly yesterday a jewish settler was found killed when she went out jogging in the central Samaria region. Looks like violence is rearing its head again this winter.

My plantar fasciitis has also suddenly returned. The pain is excruciating and I'm hobbling around. I wonder if there's a permanent solution for this malady. It's crippling me. I can't go about to work, though I don't mind staying in bed reading or working on the computer. But reality is I must be moving about from one office to another. There're payments to be made, books to transfer and students to attain to.

There;s great fear the british mutated virus might come here, so the PM wants the airspace to be closed. No foreigners allowed into the country and all israelis returning must be quarantined in a designated hotel. However not everyone agrees ... and just a few hours ago, one of these returning israelis committed suicide in the hotel. Rather foolish reaction for being told to stay in the room. But that's the worse of human nature during the pandemic. It reveals the utter fragility of the human mind and spirit.