Tuesday, September 24, 2002

I had meant to call my old friend C. in Tel Aviv before Rosh Hashana, but didn't manage.

I finally did call after I heard that her husband was on the bus that was Islamikaze-d last Thursday. He actually sounded OK on the phone, but would be receiving some treatment for minor injuries and trauma. He had jumped through a window when the boom happened, and it was only when he looked back at the bus that he saw the extent of what had happened.

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