Purim celebrations/Reuven Castro
In the end we are left with only the memories.
From the small moments, from events that we thought were routine and then when they pass we realize how unique they are.
Memories of Saturday and holiday, of Friday afternoon, memories of love with the taste of beets.
My moshiko fell in operation Tzuk Eitan.
He fell in Gaza, but lives in Jerusalem, lives in a color that will never return, a color that exists only in Jerusalem.
A strong color of love and joy, a strong strong color of Cuba beet with a taste of longing.
Because with us, love is shown through the kitchen, and for every cube I rolled, I put a few grams of siske meat and a hundred tons of love.
And Moshiko, and all the friends who would come with him to eat koba on Friday, felt it.
They ate, and were happy, and felt that I loved him and them.
that I want to pamper them.
My Moshiko loved people, and Shishi's Kuba was the purest symbol of the simplest love.
The way to immortalize him, to feel that he breathes here with me.
Moshiko Doino, who fell in Operation Tzuk Eitan/courtesy of the family
After Moshiko fell, I decided to continue to pass on this love.
I established the pan track with Chabad Katmon, where I go around the country pampering soldiers. It's hard sometimes, but every little moment when a hungry reservist eats at my place is a moment of life when Moshiko continues to spread good in the world.
On top of that, I opened the "Butka" - a community cafe in the Katmon neighborhood which is my life's work. This is how I live Moshiko every day. I retired to run this project. People come every day, read Moshiko's life story and start asking who he was and what he did. It makes me feel that he is alive and with me. Not a day goes by that I don't talk about him. This is how I commemorate him, and feel that thanks to this he is breathing and his image is here with me.
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Moshiko and the friends felt my love, and that's what I want to remember.
Ruhama Doino, mother of Moshiko/Avi Cohen
These days we celebrate an unusual Purim.
Happy holiday mixed with sadness and pain.
We all worry about the abductees and wait for the boys to return home.
We are surrounded by so much sorrow and bereavement, and it is difficult to celebrate a holiday that is full of joy.
But this encounter between pain and joy is actually life itself, which continues in every situation.
When I think about Purim, about the children who will march in Adelide with the fathers who have returned from the reserves, about the atmosphere of the holiday and joy, about the good memories that will remain with them, about the evacuees from the south and the north who will experience the happy Jerusalem with us - I feel life, in that old color of love with the taste of beets.
A city where a temple was destroyed, but more houses are always being built there.
Purim celebrations in Jerusalem, last year/official website, Asaf Shaked
Because actually Jerusalem is such a city of both, a city that took ten cabins of sorrow and joy at the same time.
A city where the temple was destroyed, but new houses are always being built there.
And such a procession in the color of joy, when there is also a lot of black around - this is the most Jerusalem thing that can be done.
And actually, this is also what the soldiers currently fighting in Gaza and the north would want.
And this is what those of you, who, like my Moshiko, paid with their lives so that the lives of all of us would continue: so that precisely in moments of joy and rolling laughter, we would remember them alive and laughing as they really were.
Their will is that we continue to live and be happy.
And in their memory, we will continue to laugh until we can no longer cry.
In Jerusalem we will march with genius, with pride and with our heads held high, as all the dead march with us in spirit, and with the hope that the abductees will soon return to us in Israel. We will meet there.
The author is the mother of Moshik Doino, who fell in Operation Tzuk Eitan
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