We had to strike yesterday.
Yes, just like that.
To stop the race of life for one day.
After all, we are experts in strikes.
Here, last Thursday the local authorities sat down, the after-school union is threatening a strike, and a teachers' strike is already on the horizon.
But I don't mean such strikes, but a mourning strike.
One that the Arab public knows how to do after something falls for them.
After an event occurs after which it is impossible to continue as usual.
On Sunday we experienced such an event: two beautiful, bright guys, who were just beginning to taste life;
Those whose lines of special character are being revealed, were murdered.
Hillel completed significant service in the navy and was supposed to receive an outstanding award.
He noticed a lone soldier serving around him and took care of him, without talking about it to anyone.
They told about Yigal, who was a volunteer for every task and was preparing for significant service in the army.
Both of them were suddenly plucked like that, torn from the family picture, from friends, from relatives, from the settlement, from the people of Israel.
Yesterday it became clear that the Sisyphean and dangerous Operation "Breakwater" that our soldiers have been continuing for months, is not succeeding in subduing the wave of terrorism that is sweeping Israel, despite its great achievements.
This wave of terror strikes again and again, and it seems that it threatens to drown us.
At the beginning of the week there was water up to the soul.
And yesterday, Monday, the day of the double funeral, that of Hillel the soldier and that of Yigal, who had not yet had time to be, should have been a day of strike.
After all, there were mass strikes here on the last two Mondays.
This time it should have been a different strike.
everyone's.
of all institutions and all citizens from large to small.
Starting with the legislative house - the Knesset, which is in a hurry to discuss and argue and quarrel and bicker, continuing with the leaders of the factions who came out with party announcements despite the disaster, and up to the Knesset buffet.
What would have happened if the fights had stopped for one day?
On the day of such a strike, there was also silence in the media.
Maybe memorial songs, maybe interviews with Holocaust and Farhud survivors, with the builders of the state and with bereaved families.
That way we would remember what we have in our hands, how much they worked for this miracle called the State of Israel, what the price was and what might happen if we lose all of this, because of the most justified arguments in the world.
and social networks.
Oh, how good it would be if they didn't work for just one day.
It was also fitting that all the shops were closed yesterday.
There are so many, and Cyber Monday and Black Friday - but the real black is in our everyday life.
Final sales can wait one day, nothing would have happened if the big malls and street shops had announced: sorry, closed, we decided to take a day to look at what is happening between us instead of in the mirror outside.
The private companies would also stop on this day, and when customers from abroad would call, the answer was: today we are stopping. There was an attack here, another attack. We are out of balance, we will return soon, maybe.
This is not a day of rage.
I would call it a quiet day, a day of consideration, a day of listening.
The State of Israel has entered a spiral of internal struggle and has not yet found a way out, at the moment there does not seem to be anyone saying: stop everything.
That's not possible, let's talk, let's laugh.
Before or after politics, it should be the big, resounding voice of the citizens.
True, what has been lacking here lately is security, but the history of the people of Israel shows that there is no security without peace from within.
We know and remember that the rift within the people immediately destroys the country from the outside.
These two are painfully intertwined.
Our enemies already recognize this.
The day of the funerals is not yet over - and another attack in the Dead Sea region, when a terrorist opened fire on a car driven by a young Israeli.
Those who listen to the voices of the bereaved families, hear that they are asking for unity.
In the moment of truth, when the little things of life do not hide, great clarity comes and you understand what is important.
And I wish we didn't need such reminders to listen, talk, connect.
were we wrong
We will fix it!
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