For some reason one thinks if something grave happens in Israel one would know. Of course one doesn’t and neither do I so when zapping by NTV (a German news television Chanel) while trying to escape the heat that has overcome Europe these days, it hit me without warning:
Three people were killed and 66 were wounded – one moderately and the rest lightly – on Wednesday afternoon when a bulldozer driver went on a rampage in downtown Jerusalem.A half-dozen cars were flattened and others were overturned by the Caterpillar vehicle. A bus was also overturned, and another bus was heavily damaged.
The attack, at the junction of Jaffa Road and Sarei Yisrael St., set off a panic in the area and left a large swath of damage in the heart of the capital. Traffic was halted, and hundreds of people fled through the streets in panic as medics treated the wounded.
A car was dragged several meters by the bulldozer before being crushed under the vehicle. The parents of a baby being treated in Sha’arei Tzedek Hospital have yet to be tracked down, and it is believed that the baby was thrown out of the car by one of his parents before the vehicle was crushed.
A policewoman was first to react, firing at the bulldozer and apparently hitting the terrorist. Another policeman then climbed onto the vehicle and was lightly wounded in a struggle with the attacker.
Finally, an off-duty soldier took a gun from a security guard at the scene and shot the terrorist, who cried “Allah Akhbar” (God is great) before being killed. The soldier, Moshe Plesser, was assisted in neutralizing the attacker by Eli Mizrahi, a member of police’s elite Yasam anti-terror unit. […]
Those dead and wounded people hurt. They hurt because they needn’t die. The whole conflict could have been over for half a century if a rather small Junta got their shit together. But they don’t and they likely won’t in the future thereby allowing even more innocent blood on their hands. I guess the truth is they just don’t care all too much.
But what somehow hurts even more with the attack today is the question I – as doubtlessly a lot of Israeli – can’t keep from forming: Is it starting over? Is the country heading back to the dark times of the intifada when going by bus, even if it was just to school, meant jeopardizing ones mere life. And when your beloved leaving the house for lunch was a possible farewell for good. Is this the beginning of a lot more? Again.
With every week that passes by in relative peace– at least as long as you are not living in Sderot or somewhere else in the Western Negev – the question whether it is going to last gets stronger and stronger. More and more important actually. It is just like with a relationship: The longer it lasts the more important it gets to turn it into something infinite.
But is there an end? At all?