Seven katyusha missiles fell today in Safed. In response to the order of army authorities to enter shelters we walked down dusty stairs to a place we never thought we would need to enter. As we arrived the bottom of the staircase we met up with a strong smell of mildew produced from the locked up room with no windows and piles of old dusty books stored in crates. Luckily, one of the neighbors brought in a fan to facilitate breathing. A woman sitting on a stool, and surrounded by four frightened little girls was a young emissary from Moscow...