Childhood games by me

War is senseless, and it doesnt matter which side it is on, because guess what?A missile never stops, knocks at your door, checks your ethnicity and then decides to kill you!

Quite the opposite, it is you, the civilian of any sort, who travels in his or her memory before every missile falls, knocks on each door, checks who the person is, and then prays, believing whole heartedly and magically, that your wishes are answered by the missile. "Surely, he is a friend, he will be spared. Surely, she is an enemy, and she deserves that. Surely, he is an ally and would not send you there."So often, I played those games as a child, during the first gulf war, as I heard the sirens in Jerusalem, knowing that it was time to go to the special room, and place that heavy mask on my face, waiting. And while I waited in that special room for the sirenes to go away, and I did not go to school, I played the "missile game." Surely, Iraqis wont kill Palestinians, only Israelis are their enemies...Well, not really, missiles visited everyone, lethally.

The game I played with missiles never changed. They, the missiles and the games that is, came back two years ago, up north. Surely, they can tell who is Palestinian and who is Israeli...Not really...But it was one of my childhood games. Sometimes, though, I never seem to grow up out of that game, as I hear the missiles coming again, old memories, and yet so alive, so fresh, so real. And the missiles never seem to grow out of their game either. Strange...those childhood games.