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I am thirty-three years old，and I am so happy that I am not a mother. I do not hear a biological clock ticking，only the nerve wrecking ticks of bombs yet to explode. My friends are leaping whenever their cell phones ring.“Where are you？No，you can‘t go out. No，I don’t care if all the other children are going。How na？ve children are when they tell lies. What mother in Israel now would believe that“all the children are goinganywhere？ And where are the children going？Where will their fears take them？In many places in the world children are afraid of the unknown，of the unreal. You know that you live in a war zone when you realize that the greatest fears of the children are of what they know only too well. Two years ago，when my younger brother was ten，he came home from school，and as he opened the door he heard the familiar sound of explosion rising from the street he just left behind him. Sitting in front of the television five minutes later，he could see his friend wandering blindly in the street，which was covered with body parts and injured people. The friend‘s father，who picked him up from school and took him for a pizza，was killed in front of his eyes. My brother refused to talk about it.“This kid wasn’t really a friend of mine，is all he would say，“I don‘t really know him that well。That evening he told my father that he is afraid of Freddy Kruger，a monstrous murderer from a common horror film. My father didn’t know whether to laugh or cry，but I suspect he felt some relief. How good it is to caress your child‘s hair and to tell him that Kruger doesn’t really exist. But the man who exploded himself in the centre of a busy street did exist. And the man who will explode himself in another one of our busy streets in a few years is now my brother‘s age. His mother doesn’t have to worry about the dangers which lurk on the way to school. There are no schools anymore. We have demolished them all，when we crushed the infrastructure of the Palestinian Authority. His younger brother was killed when our soldiers exploded their home. Our soldiers exploded their home because his older brother was a“wanted person。Exploding his family‘s home was our way to insure that he will soon turn from a wanted person into an unwanted body，torn to a thousand pieces，surrounded by his victims. | 
