We catch our breath, go “oh shit, again?” Head to the clean toilet, change to warmer sturdier shoes and wait… will we hear the local siren?

And there it goes.

So we head down the steps to find our Miklat gang. From our building and the one next door, minus the families who built their own Mamad.

It varies, we have regulars and randoms. We are now well-outfitted with toys for most ages and some candy. That bowl is dwindling with multiple visits to the shelter and nervous noshing.