The Fundermentalist is now sitting safe at a cafe on the beach in Tel Aviv as the sun starts its descent over the Mediterranean Sea, but it seems that bad luck followed in my wake the past couple of days.
I spent Tuesday night on Kibbutz Nachal Oz, 800 meters from the Gaza border and all was relatively calm aside from some rocket fire in the distance. Nothing close enough to force me into a safe room. Wednesday, the kibbutz was hit hard, injuring critically one Palestinian worker there.
Wednesday I was at Sapir College. Friday Kassams fell there.
