I was prepared to interrupt their singing with an order to “duck and cover your ears!” Thankfully, it never came. When the time came to celebrate, all 17 of us crammed around the kitchen table, lit a candle, and sang “Happy Birthday, Hashem” - but it felt muted and hollow as the fear of imminent danger gnawed at our hearts.įrom behind my camera, I kept watch through the window, ready to alert everyone of a red light that would indicate an approaching airstrike.
