My Brother, The Refugee

A few years ago one of my older brothers emigrated to this Holy country with his wife and four kids, to live the dream. While most American immigrants move to American communities, they opted to move to the fertile northern Galilee, a beautiful green mountainous region. They became members of their community, learned Hebrew the hard way, and their children flourished. All was happy for the Northern Zacks'. Then, last week, the Katyushas came in. At first, they refused to leave, deciding to weather out the storm. But the storm got worse, their house shook from the rocket's explosions, and their bomb shelter was too small for a family of six. So they decided to take a day off, to let the kids run free for a bit in a more secure, central location. They intended to go to work the next day in Haifa, and then return home. But at work the next day they had to run down to the bomb shelter numerous times, until they decided to escape to Jerusalem. Having not returned home, they were stuck with only the one change of clothes they had originally brought. They are now currently seeking shelter in Jerusalem, where my brother can work and his family can roam free. We met them tonight for dinner, they seemed well if not a bit frazzled. Child number four was very happy to run around non-stop. They have no long term plans, but may stay out the remainder of the war in Jerusalem. For more on the Refugee Zacks', click here.