articles #My monthly column in Emek Hafer - "Vakb Ha'emek"

My studio is the security room of the entire complex, and in times of war, all the employees of the trading houses around me come to me. More than twenty years have passed since the Gulf War, I was then a 16-year-old girl in love. I remember the first alarm, we sat in the room with the sellotape on the windows, we also put a mask on the dog and I imagined how the gas was dispersed outside and all the birds fell from the trees. This uncertainty was a scary thing. We turned on the TV and waited for the news and then we heard boom! And nothing happened.