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I was Born in 1967 a month before the war. When I was born my mother prayed for peace and that I wouldn't have to go to the army. Since I remember myself, every time I saw a shooting star or had an eyelash to spare I wished for peace. We all did. Peace was the one and only wish that I ever made. The one and only thing I wish for.
I grew up in a beautiful Kibbutz in the Negev, the Israeli desert. Where I would live to this very day, hadn't life taken me to the other side of the world. The vast prairies of Canada. In 1984 I met my wife to be, who was was sixteen at the time and came from Canada to Israel on a program and stayed for couple of weeks on the Kibbutz. Our love story went on for nine years until finally we got married in 1993. A year later, we moved to California, and lived near San-Jose for six year. After our first son was born we decided that we would like to live near family. We moved back to Israel in 2000. A year later my second son was born. The political situation gradually got worse. It took a great toll on our lives. We were afraid to go outside to public places, where a suicide terrorist could blow up any minute. When the war in Iraq started the terror grew even bigger. Even our home didn't seem safe any more. Visions from the first gulf war came back to haunt us. How we used to sit terrified wearing those gas masks, waiting to hear where the Skad fell and if it was chemical or not. My older son was terrified of the masks. He used to cry when he saw one, and wouldn't come near it. Finally my wife said that she had enough. She was going back to Canada, with or without me. Sadly I had to agree to live my beloved country. Not a day goes by that I don't miss it. I think about my country everyday and praying for peace. Peace in the middle east and everywhere around the globe.
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