My
Israeli husband and I, along with our kids, made aliyah two months ago.
Our new neighborhood, a sleepy suburb of Tel Aviv, has been disrupted
several times a day by the sound of a long piercing siren. Our
3-year-old twins, born and raised in New York, refer to the sirens as “a
big fire truck,” but this time was different.Continue reading.
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