It was a Friday night. I arrived at your house on Giladi Street after meeting up with Aviel, and you received me so warmly into your living room.
That warmth only grew stronger through the years, making me feel loved, wanted and special. I remember that when I started studying photography you didn’t hesitate to go hunting around Germany for a special camera, a serious camera, and you bought it for me.
Later, we started working together and you were my anchor in many difficult situations. You believed in me and trusted me with great responsibility. You understood me beyond what one sees on the surface. Many times it was to you that I turned for conversation, knowing that I could open up to you with those things that were difficult for me to express. And you, in turn, opened up to me.
Each time you returned from a trip abroad, you would come to my office with your red notebook full of reports from your journey. We would sit for long hours in the office as I listened...
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