In Israel, you hear a lot of strange noises. Sonic booms that rattle the windows (air force training runs), missile sirens (thank you, Operation Protective Edge), the roar of low-flying military jets. Hey, it’s a militarized country.
This evening I hear a pop-boom outside. I ask the boyfriend what it is.
“Fireworks,” he says. “Hamas. Maybe Hezbollah.”
(it was fireworks)