I came to Israel with my two brothers, Sheldon and Aaron. We visited Jerusalem during a violent period of the Intifada. On our first night in Jerusalem, we was staying in a hostel. We decided to go to bed early but were awoken around 11pm to the sound of explosions and gunshots outside their window. My brothers and I hid under our beds to avoid any possible shattering glass and to hide should there be any military raids. We fell asleep afraid for our lives. In the morning, we found out that the commotion was a local wedding celebration.