Yesterday we forgot to set the alarm clock on, and woke up late. "Do you want to go to the nursery with me, instead of dad?" I asked Daniel. "Yes", he replied. I had so many things to do so I've decided to take it easy and just go with the flow; Daniel watched Brother Bear while I did my thing, and then we went to the nursery. He rode all the way on his scooter, which I found amazing (he is only three years old!) and we've got there at around 11am. The nursery is located next to the market. Standing at the corner of the street leading to the market I pondered whether I should do my shopping. My decision not to enter the market was arbitrary. On my way home I've heard the explosion. A 16 years old Palestinian exploded himself meters away from where I stood and deliberated. Had I entered the market, had I changed my decision, I wouldn't have been here right now, writing this.
The ecstatic seller at the leather shop in Sheynkin Street said: "I live next to the market. I took my little daughter on the bikes there a few days ago and thought to myself: this is a fine place for a terror attack, I wonder why they haven't done it yet".
My mother said: "I tried to call you all the time. I know you sometimes hang around this area. I felt restless. Promise me that you will never get into the market again".
Galit, Amitay's mother said: I am so depressed. I was there just yesterday. I'm sure everybody in this city was there lately, so it's not a big deal, but still, I was there and I didn't think about it. We have to suppress all the time, otherwise we wouldn't be able to live here."
I was extremely upset for the whole day, as you can imagine. This made me laugh so hard, I forgot all my troubles.