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A Morning That Split Reality
On October 7th, I woke up to sirens. What followed wasn’t just an attack it was a collapse of sense, a real rupture.
As I stepped back into my apartment from the stairwell, I felt something was wrong. Then came the phone calls. The screams. Live videos of families being murdered. Telegram messages. The Nova festival. Towns overrun.
And below my window, the synagogue celebrated Simchat Torah, singing in joy, unaware.
This gallery is not about politics.
It’s a personal attempt to process the dissonance:
The contrast between horror and holiness, life and death, silence and sirens.
A glimpse into a morning that changed the air in this country and in many of us forever
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