Thanks to several naps on the near-empty plane, I woke up all perky at 7AM local time, and set forth by train to Binyamina to reclaim my doggie from her Summer Home. First impressions: many many soldiers walking purposefully hither and yon, not so many on the train itself.
The Kana/Qana bombing story unfolds. There is a viable possibility, now being more thoroughly investigated, that the event was staged. I don't know which is more horrifying: that Israelis mistakenly killed many women and children, or that Hezbollah dragged disabled or even dead children to the site to increase the number of dead at what was supposed to be an empty building. The line between image and reality is being erased. I think another viewing of King of Hearts is in order.