Today, I was on a bus. And I had my headphones on because I like to listen to music on the bus.
But the driver…
He was in a bad mood…and I couldn’t tell why.
I didn’t know if it was because he had a fight with his wife…forgot his lunch at home…had to go through a checkpoint to get to work…was pissed off because I am a Jew…was frustrated that no matter what he does he is judged terribly…or because he is a radical Islamist who wants to kill Jews so he can be a martyr.
I couldn’t tell.
So I kept taking my headphones off and checking his face and his body language…and he was driving fast and I was waiting for him to crash into a bus or a truck or a tree and there were only old women and young girls on the bus and we didn’t have a gun and then I thought maybe I’d be the one to knock him out and grab the wheel but I wasn’t sure I could even turn the thing or reach the brake…and then Goodbye Yellow Brick Road came on so I put the headphones back on and cranked up the volume and thought it was a good song to die to.
On the way home the driver was a nice Ethiopian man and I smiled widely and thanked him profusely and wasn’t in the mood to listen to music anymore.
Because when there is an intifada…you do as you feel. And you try to stay alive.
2 thoughts on “Intifada: Take Three”
Moshe storch 262-586-9489 262-KUM-ZITZ
This most recent wave of terror has everyone looking twice, thrice at everyone around us. I am definitely more comfortable on buses with non-Arab drivers. It’s a very tense time to be in Israel.