The skies were luminous at the night; the bay zone seemed as
space rather than water, gleaming with waste and pollution,
having little reflection of the stars above. The bay was
calm, just the intoxicating lights of the Haifa port, the
great oil refinery and the power station; all hazardous to
one's health - but it was home.

I was setting up the timer, time to sleep and wake up all
fresh for the next day of hard work. Alas, someone had other
plans in store for me. I was looking outside my window; I
saw small bright objects moving rapidly towards the
industrial space of the Haifa bay...

They rose with delicate finesse, elegant as a geisha and as
punctual as father time, great clouds of death in the shape
of a mushroom, carrying fire and dirt all over. The blazing
inferno of flames, literally hell broke lose, was stopped
one street away from mine, sparing my life for the mean
time.

The after math was no casual horror; it was a mass blood
bath. Men and women, all the survivors began grabbing any
fire arm, or tool with which they could clobber the life out
of another. They began running the streets, shooting and
stabbing each other, they were once brothers, sisters,
parents, sons and daughters, work colleagues and fellow
students, they were all out of there, massacring the shape
out of them, allowing spills of tremendous bleeds all over
the streets. It was the gaping mouth of hell, arising from
two simple bombings.

I lay in my house underneath my bed, looking at the hole on
my roof and side of the house, the blast took it in to
pieces and left a burning refuge for my own skin. The houses
around were also all lit with great fires, electric flashes
and lights were obsolete, the house fires lit the skies with
blood red, and the smell of the burned flesh reeked all
over.

I was under my bed, holding my head, trying to scold death
away from me, trying to erase the images of what I saw, the
immense blood lust they have for each other's demise. I
could not move much, I finally arose and took a look at my
burning city, and it was a flame. It was dying out with the
sound of gun fire and cries for help.

I had no other way out, I picked up a Kra98 rifle which was
miraculously laying aside my house, dropped by a man who was
shot in the face by his best friend, and had received a
hatchet in to his head by his own girl friend, then they
killed each other, stabbing one another into death's sweet
embrace.

I went to fight for my life, no reason; I did not know what
for... The sight of the nuclear bombs exploding over the
bay, the sounds of acute silence and then the wind and the
fires, the destruction of my home, it took away my will to
live, it killed me without slicing my flesh into pieces, and
it had destroyed my soul and blinded my heart turning it
into stone.

I killed all the ones who meant anything to me, I murdered
them in cold blood with no reason, and I survived. In the
end, another bomb was dropped over the melting city... and I
awake from my slumber.