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ceremony in honor of your son,

Sgt. Jonathan Feldman,

fallen in the line of duty..."

Fallen? Not died, not killed. God forbid!

He fell. Barely got a scratch!

On the program:

a speech by a Defense Ministry rep,

a moment of silence,

the unveiling,

the national anthem...

Let's not forget that!

Then, of course, coffee and cake.

They serve refreshments!

Wait, wait, wait. Hang on.

Mom, I'm in a hurry.

Can you make me a sandwich?

Oh, no. A sandwich now?

His text says:
"At Nanuchka. You coming?"

I'll call you back.

Hey.

Hi, Alma.

Hey, Dad.

You're smoking again.

Don't be silly.

- Of course not.

- Not at all.

No.

You smoked weed!

- No way!

- Weed?

You smoked

and now you've got the munchies.

Want some cake?

Come here.

What?

Tasty?

So... I have to run.

You're beautiful when you're together.

Bye.

Bye.

When the war ended,

we drove home in a convoy.

A long narrow road. I led, as commander.

Suddenly I stopped and signaled

to the guy behind me to drive ahead

and lead instead of me.

I still don't know why I did it,

but a few seconds later,

he drove over a landmine and blew up.

Everyone was screaming from the flames.

I froze,

not having the courage to approach.

They screamed for a few minutes.

I just wanted them to die.

I couldn't stand their screaming.

They died eventually.

That thought haunts me, DAPHNA.

I wake up and go to bed with it.

Why? Why did I send him ahead

to die in my place?

Then you got pregnant.

I couldn't let you give Jonathan up.

It was a sign to me.

Like God having forgiven me,

like my nightmare was over.

The last time I saw Jonathan was

when I dropped him off at the bus station.

He asked me to let him drive

and I let him.

Instead of enjoying my son's driving,

I answered emails.

I had no way of understanding...

the joy

of those moments

between home and the bus station.

You know...

there's a dance...

that goes like this.

Forward, forward...

to the right and stop.

Back, back...

to the left and stop.

Forward, forward,

to the right and stop.

Back, back,

to the left and stop.

You see?

No matter where you go...

you always end up

at the same starting point.

Like this.

It's simple.

Back, back, to the left and stop.

Forward, forward, to the right and stop.

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