On 7.10 I lost everything.
It's true that I got off cheaply, terrorists didn't enter the seat and my family is intact, physically at least.
But I lost everything.
I lost faith in the strong army in the Middle East.
I lost faith in a strong country surrounded by enemies that knows how to defend itself.
I lost faith in the people because not all the armed men in the country came to protect the residents of the surrounding area.
And worst of all, I lost faith in myself, I still don't forgive myself for sitting at home when a few kilometers from me people are being slaughtered, raped and kidnapped.
I lost my sensitivity when Gilad Shalit was in captivity, not a day went by that I didn't think about him, now I can't even imagine a soldier, an elderly man or God save a kidnapped child.
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Michal Toito, a resident of Takuma in the Gaza Envelope/courtesy of the photographers
I lost my innocence with the horrible videos from that Saturday.
I lost the house, yes only for 3 months, yes it remains intact, but we will be a stranger, cut off and mostly far away.
I lost my community that split to fill places, with lots of arguments and wars.
I lost my word in front of my daughter when I promised her that when a mess starts we immediately leave.
My son lost his friends who moved away from him and he felt alone.
I lost my son's trust that when I needed a place to choose where it was right to be I chose a place that was good for the little one.
I lost my eldest every week that she went back to school far away from the hotel, from the evacuation to the normal world as if there is anything normal in this period.
I lost my family in a hotel without limits and without family and intimate meals.
On 7.10 I lost everything.
Now returning home, the reservists take my breath away when I see their tired but dedicated poor people.
The bereaved families restore my faith in life and absolute goodness.
And now I need rehabilitation, my heart needs rehabilitation, the children, the community, my country needs rehabilitation.
Someone here needs to understand that we lost too much that Saturday.
And we need restoration.
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