Even though he seemed outwardly calm, I could see the uncertainty in his eyes. This isn't happening. But it was. Since the riots began some two weeks ago, the strangest thing about life in Jerusalem is how normal things seem. The daily routine continues in my sleepy Jerusalem neighborhood.
People drop their kids off at school, go to work, come home.
When my friends and family call in a tissy of worry, sure that I must be ducking gunfire to get to the corner store, I have to reassure them that what they see on TV isn't happening near me. Still, there is an undercurrent of tension. On the second day of the holiday, rumors were flying around the community about how the rioting had escalated. I can handle my own fears, but handling my parents' anxiety is something else entirely. Because of the rioting and threatened attacks on Jewish drivers, we weren't allowed to leave.