Our Eilam,

Our brother,

A year has passed and not much has changed..

Ron managed to flee the country two or three times already.

Mishan moved to Haifa.

Itay worked at the Club Med and will be going to Mizrah soon.

Michal and Shahar in Tel Aviv and had time to travel and sing, as you know, Shiri made “rondels” in the world and now she is in Israel and will soon begin to study in Be'er Sheva.

Gome managed to make it to India, returned without a finger, then flew again and today is a Mehina Instructor.

Banda settled in Tel Aviv .

Rofe remains a captain

And I (Ariel) was injured 4 months ago and still haven't returned to the army.

Here we are a year later and not much has changed.

But a year ago, right here in this place, one rib was broken for each of us. one rib out of 24 of course…

But one rib that interferes with every breath.

Every breath of the day, every trip, every trip and every sitting, every step in life this rib stings and hurts..

From what we all understand it's a rib that will never heal.

There is nothing to do with it and it doesn't depend on anything that we do..

Yesterday, the friends sat down and realized unanimously that we know you in a different way than everyone else.

We know Eilam the friend who, on one hand, like everyone knows, is sensitive, always knows how to say everything in his face and the right kind word. One whose smile goes with him everywhere and can fix any bad situation but on the other hand is “H’atsouf”, one who has no time on the road and honking is not a curse. You had a stinky mouth full of words like only you had. You would know how to listen to everyone's difficulty until the point came when you could say well, you're a “coxsinal”, don't dig. We know you as a friend to laugh with, a friend whose head runs differently than everyone else's.

So we have to say thank you for years of true friendship.

Thank you for years of being angry together, all of us together.

You left each of us with a broken rib in a slightly different location, but with all of us it feels the same.. something is missing there, we sit and things feel different for everyone.

The broken rib meets everyone in a different way. One who falls asleep on his stomach, one who walks and travels and needs the breath you brought into his life, whether on a ski trip or your push to walk and move forward in life and devour everything. Your presence will be missed by the world friend.

I love you, true love.

We miss you and love you, keep moving forward and you are with everyone of us, everywhere you will never leave us.

We guarantee that you have done your job in life, to leave your special mark that remains with everyone in a slightly different way

Love and miss Itay, Mishan, Ron, Shiri, Michal, Shahar, Gome, Rofe, Banda and your faithful servant - Ariel.