Lately, Iran has been bombing Israel like someone watering a garden: with constancy, without haste, almost methodically. One round after another. Missile after missile. Wave after wave.
The night sky no longer belongs to the stars or the commercial planes crossing toward Europe. Now it belongs to the luminous trajectories that cross, multiply, and divide into clusters. From Eilat to Haifa, from the Negev to Galilee, people no longer ask, « Did you hear that? » They say, « It’s starting again. »
Before, Israel intercepted 90%, 95%—figures repeated like a mantra. Now, the numbers are dropping. Therefore, Tehran doesn’t need to invade with troops. It’s enough to keep sending fire from 1,500 kilometers away.
And keep going. And keep going. Until the sky stops being a roof and becomes a threat that never leaves.
Because lately, in Israel, the sky is no longer blue. It is an intermittent orange, and it smells of gunpowder that refuses to go out.