The Arazis finally had enough when a Hezbollah rocket crashed
within a few yards of their home last week. The family of five
loaded the car with a cooler full of food, a duffel bag stuffed
with clothes and sheets, a guitar and their 11-year-old
Dalmatian, Dali, and headed south to find safety.  ''I'm not
used to living like this,'' said Merav Arazi, 37, her voice
trailing off as she took in her new surroundings after almost a
week on the road. ''We are used to a normal life. We work, we
come home.''  After leaving their house in Nesher, near Haifa in
northern Israel, Ms. Arazi, her husband, David, and their three
children drove all the way to a guesthouse in the southern Negev
Desert before settling into a donated apartment on Wednesday
near a cluster of mango trees here at Kibbutz Maabarot in
central Israel.       As the conflict zone shifted, immigrants
from one northern town were given rooms at yeshivas in the West
Bank, and others have transplanted themselves to a hastily
constructed tent city for about 6