Dispatch

Dispatch from Tel Aviv: Living to the rhythm of the sirens

TEL AVIV, 7:13 a.m. Sirens can be heard. Rocket alert. A wailing tone settles over the city. Within seconds, the movement on the streets of this early Sabbath morning changes. Cars stop in the middle of intersections. Doors slam shut. Those who cannot reach a public shelter disappear into stairwells…