After Luis and Fernando's return home, the Nir Yitzhak community releases balloons for the return of the kidnapped/Tamar Donana, Kibbutz Nir Yitzhak
Waking up at first light to messages in every possible media and afraid to look, learn a sad and painful experience from such visitors.
Finally, curiosity grew and I peek into the phone, seeing and reading again and again the unbelievable, the unimaginable - Fernando and Luis are free, alive, healthy in Israel.
The heart jumps and hugs Clara and the daughters of the family, the heart goes out to the children and grandchildren who won back Grandpa Louis and Uncle Nano.
What a crazy range of emotions, what longing and hope, what a feeling that suddenly this is possible.
In the tangle of telephones, the heart goes out to the family of Lior Rudaif, a resident of Nir Yitzhak who is still a prisoner and his fate is unknown.
The heart wants to believe and hope that in a moment we will hear good news about him as well, expectation.
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The friends from the area who are still prisoners there - the young, the old, the children, who have already become a part of me in the last months, suddenly everything seems understandable, their images in my head, and I cling to hope.
How we lack hope these days, and suddenly when it arrives you remember that this feeling exists.
In a hotel in the southern city of Israel, in the warmth of the rising day, she imagines a good end, where communities can return to their homes in peace and safety, she imagines small pictures of victory in the midst of this suffering, where whole families are photographed hugging each other on a sofa.
What a crazy time, a time in which all the facts of existence were dropped to us, at the mercy of others in a hotel that is no substitute for home.
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In small rooms you learn to live again, the physical body adapts and the mind is still disintegrated.
In rare forays to Tel Aviv, she realizes that normality exists, that the smile is not a momentary gift... and the day passes and passes for him, I wish he continues to be good, I wish the anxiety does not take over again, I wish one does not pay with his life for the obvious - to live here in this place.
And then the question of questions is thrown, will you come back?
will you come back
And you can't answer, you can't move forward when everything is still burning and painful, that the green space is black from the clouds of the war that is still going on in our house, when not everyone is back.
There are debts that have not yet been paid to us, that we have not yet paid.
I expect the leadership to take a look and say, in our case, we are responsible, we will be with you in whatever you choose.
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I look forward to being able to bring to burial the people we loved so much and loved this house so much.
I want to stand over the graves of the late Tal Chaimi and the late Oren Goldin, my friends and partners, and wish them to rest in peace, knowing that their bodies are there in the soil of their place and ours.
To love the orphans and widows who still cannot find rest for their souls and continuation of their lives.
This is my duty and this is my duty, this is their duty and this is the duty of the leaders and the duty of the state.
On the day when we all pay off the debt we can think about tomorrow, we can hope for it.
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