The Hebrew book week that opened three days before the war began with Iran was interrupted by the missile. Last Wednesday, we were told that the “week” would return and return. This time, certain concerns and doubts were accompanied this time. It is doubtful that many of us have a head and patience today. And that of books are now set for bands, blur and screen the pain and fears? Maybe even try to escape and deny the murky reality.
I go back to the days of Corona, to the scary dark era that preceded the arrival of Israel of the Redeemer vaccine that began to relieve our fears. Pressures and anxieties then made it difficult for many to concentrate on reading a book, even to flutter in the newspaper. People who had already retired and lived in their mouths were engines with children and grandchildren, asked in the media how they passed the time.