Not long ago, we were invited to friends for Shabbat lunch. They'd recently moved into a new apartment, in more or less the same neighborhood, and over the course of conversation, someone asked them how they liked the new location. Our hostess, a refined and relatively private person, said that she liked the new location much better. She mentioned a number of reasons, following which she added that from the new apartment, they didn't hear as much of the shooting at Gilo during the night. "And in the old place," she added as a kind of afterthought, "I just couldn't stand making love to the sound of gunfire."