The only operation that will stop all military operations and wars is Operation Birth Cessation

Yesterday morning, a missile fell very close to the house where I live. As soon as I left the shelter, I saw that the windows of the neighbor across the street had shattered. When I got home, I saw that my windows and glass doors were also cracked, not before counting the cats of course. They were all fine. Then I thought that maybe other people’s cats weren’t (most people take their dogs with them to the shelter but not their cats). So I went for a walk in the neighborhood with a cat box and a dog leash.
I was terrified by how close to my house the missile fell. On the corner of my street, I saw a lot of emergency services of all kinds. I thought it was impressive how quickly they arrived, but it was also terribly sad because it indicates how life is on constantly on emergency alert in this crazy country.

In the first minutes of chaos in the impact zone, I didn’t yet realize that there had been a direct missile hit, because I saw relatively minor damage, “only” shattered glass and torn shutters in buildings near my street. I asked neighbors if they knew of a trapped cat or a lost cat. Someone told me that it wasn’t here, but maybe where the missile fell. Only then did I realize that there had been a direct hit further down the street. Of course, I couldn’t get to the buildings that were directly hit, but I could walk around very close and ask. I met a woman who lived in the building that was directly hit. She and her family were not hurt, she was relatively calm, and that calmed me too. I asked if she knew of any cats that might be trapped or need help. She replied that she didn’t, and that all the dogs in the building were in a shelter. I was relieved, and very touched that despite the trauma she had gone through, she was also attentive to possible animal distress. In general, I was pleasantly surprised by the responses of people to my questions about animals that might be trapped in the area, or that ran away in panic. No one was disrespectful, and most even responded positively to my attempt to help. I arrived to try to help, but it encouraged me a little in this horrific situation.

I “missed” the Ben-Gvir and Katz horror show because it turned out, given the extent of the damage, that a friend’s house had been hit, so I went to clear away the shattered glass and seal the windows that had completely shattered. At that time, it turned out that the ministers for the dispelling of machoism had arrived on the scene, and I missed an opportunity not to allow their own leverage at the expense of elderly people who were injured because they didn’t have time to get to the shelter, to pass by quietly. I know that probably wouldn’t have worked, but at least I would have tried.
I continued to walk around, looking towards the upper floors of the houses and asking neighbors. I didn’t find any cats in distress, and I really hope this is good news in that respect.

It wasn’t until a few hours later, on the way back from this patrol, that it hit me. It was much less crowded, much less emergency services and police, and no “curious people”. It was terribly, sadly quiet. People in shock, gazing at all the destruction around. Every now and then you could see people coming out of buildings with a lot of luggage heading for their cars to go away for a while. Many others were sweeping up debris, dismantling blinds, removing broken furniture. The radius of the damage was unbelievable.
And in my mind, all along the way back home, echoed over and over again, how stupid it all is! How could you not stop and think how stupid it is! And much more importantly, how cruel it is not to do everything to stop all this suffering. I couldn’t help but think about the deep disconnection of countless people with whom I had talked about animal rights for most of my adult life, as they regurgitated clichés about the superiority of the human species. How audacious of a selfish species to continue to believe this lie after everything it has done, is doing, and will do to its own kind, and certainly to other species on this miserable planet.

Enough. There is no certain, safe, and nonviolent way to end all suffering caused by and for humans, other than a mature, responsible, agreed-upon, and inclusive decision that will be the last generation.

In the picture, this is Valentin and I in a calm and pleasant moment just hours before the war with Iran broke out.