Originally Posted by Dovster

Dementia has been very depressed since the fighting broke out and I knew that she loves that kind of stuff. I asked the owner if she would be willing to open up for a few minutes. She agreed. I found something that I thought Dementia would like and then called her to confirm that she would want it.

She said that she did but advised me to hurry back to the kibbutz.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because they are shooting here again."

"They are shooting there," I said, "and they are not shooting here and you want me to hurry back?"

Now you know why I call her "Dementia".