jewin' the fat

innocence and ignorance
July 20, 2009, 12:35 PM
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It was a boom. Dull, like the sound of fist hitting flesh.

Everyone in the restaurant looked up, and a couple of the kids wandered over to the windows. The waitstaff stopped, and the guy making pizza behind the bar asked aloud the question everyone was thinking –

“What the hell was that?”

The moment passes. Some of the younger boys are still hanging around the windows, peering out with an innocent curiosity, as their parents called them to finish their dinner. The waitresses picked up the drinks and continued on their way. Pizzas were made, money exchanged. Normal.

Was I the only person in the place who immediately looked for the exits, steadied my feet, felt the adrenalin coarse through my blood, ready in that instant both to run like the wind, and equally compelled to stay, to see if I was needed? Did anybody even think it was anything more than a crane dropping a load, or a car backfiring?


People often ask me if I feel safe in Israel. If I second-guess every glance my way, or if I avoid particular areas, or certain people.

The short answer is – sure I do. I call attention to every strange look, object or person, because I know the consequences if I don’t. Often the attention is undue and unnecessary, and I blush a little when I think of the contents of the gym-bag, or how hot it actually was in the bus – and how I must have looked to the surrounding people – a scared, ignorant foreigner.

But then I also remember sitting in a room at a Jerusalem Hostel, hearing the wail of sirens as the cafe we sat in hours before was blown apart. Counting the ambulances as one (bad), two (worse) and three (Suicide bombing) drove past. I remember holding my breath every time an ambulance drove by after that, and exhaling with relief as the sirens died away and silence filled the air. Sure, maybe someone had a heart attack, or an allergic reaction, but the additional two or three that could follow would signify something much more terrifying.

So as I queued waiting for my take-away on Sunday night, in a crowded restaurant in a small city in Australia, I looked around the families and friends, all jammed in to get a quick bite before rushing back home to catch the season final of Masterchef. I thought back to the day friends and I crammed into a busy cafe for a mid-afternoon coffee, and the bloody aftermath for those who filed into the trendy Jerusalem cafe in 2003.

But I’m not kidding myself. No one can say with any certainty that Australia is necessarily safer. Sure; mugging, sexual assault, murder – it’s a jungle out there. I still bristle at the sound of feet on pavement behind me, and second-guess being alone in a cab at night. 

Conversely on the streets of Israel I walked freely alone in the hours before dawn, and made friends with Arab and Jewish cab drivers, accepting invitations to meet their family over coffee.

So is Australia any safer? Are Australians less likely to experience the tragedy of terrorism so close to home? Sure, bombs aren’t exploding in our restaurants and hotels, but they have in Bali, Mumbai, and now Jakarta, and Australians are counted amongst the victims.

So perhaps I wasn’t the only person in the restaurant on Sunday night to break out in a sweat as I heard that dull boom. In fact, I still don’t know what that low eerie sound was last night. But I paid my money, and went home safely to eat my pasta,  nonetheless perturbed by what could have been.

So do I feel safer in Australia than Israel, than Jakarta, than Bali? Maybe. But it’s a fine line.


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