Near the end of the period of our lives when we lived in Gush Katif in the Gaza Strip, there was an unpleasant weekly ritual for those of us who sometimes worked in Ashkelon or Beer-Sheva on Friday afternoons on our way home when we passed the Kissufim intersection, the last turn before entering the Gaza Strip.
Thank you for this my friend. Please take care of yourself and those around you. We are all with you.