Uri Zohar was a unique man.
A versatile artist who was both a director, an actor and a comedian - and did everything wonderfully.
His beautiful sentence as a joke was always "I am beautiful," which he repeated over and over again, a sentence that always brought a smile to the faces of those around him.
I knew him quite closely - not that I belonged to the coop gang, but I did participate in one of her programs, and there we met and worked together quite a bit.
He guided me.
I did an imitation of a Moroccan catching a mouse in the Tel Aviv municipality, we worked in the form of improvisation, and he made me very funny.
His conversion began with the wedding of his friend Mordechai (Popik) Arnon in Jerusalem.
A guy from Jerusalem came to him, talked to him about religion and told him how much he did not know about this subject, and that was what turned him on.
He was a very curious man who wanted to know everything, and so began his path towards religion, where he passed and where he remained.
Despite moving away from each other, we continued to maintain friendships, talked quite a bit and also talked in work contexts.
I work for Eshkolot, the company that preserves the rights of performing artists in Israel, and he would call me and ask if I could help transfer the money he would have received, royalties for things he appeared in.
He was a very dear and talented man, the king of improvisations who was steeped in extraordinary charisma, and with the word of his death I was very sad.
About two years ago we last met at our clusters.
He came to visit, we introduced him to the guys, and his charm and sense of humor did not go away.
It's something that was there all along and stayed until the last minute.
There are no such people.
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