Fishbein, Arthur

Ben Tatiana and Lev. He was born on the 18th of Tammuz 5737 (18.7.1974) in Sverdlovsk, Russia. Arthur went to a regular kindergarten, but was accepted to a special school where he taught English. He continued his studies at the College of Medicine, where he received a certificate authorizing him to work as a licensed nurse in a hospital. In August 1992, Arthur immigrated to Israel with his family. The family was absorbed into Kibbutz Amiad as part of the “First House in the Homeland” project. Arthur studied Hebrew, worked in the kibbutz and absorbed the collective and Israeli way of life. More than anything else, Arthur waited for the moment when he could give of himself, to contribute to the society in which he lived, and this moment was the day he enlisted in the IDF. In January 1995 he completed a paramedics course and returned to his unit as a combat medic. His friends called him “Doctor” and “Dad” because everyone knew that Arthur could be relied on for any medical or personal problem to always give the right answer with the humor, professionalism and joy of life that characterized him. Arthur was a multicolored type. He loved sports and at an early age he practiced several sports, but showed a special attraction for Krav Maga. He also did not give up on music, and graduated with honors with a music school. But most of all, Arthur liked to travel-for the first trip he left at two weeks and the last trip twenty-two years later. On July 20, 1996, Arthur and his girlfriend went on a trip to the Zavitan waterfall in the Golan Heights, and the young men who were walking in the area slid on the rocks, one of the stones that hit him fell in. The symbol of Arthur was laid to rest in the military section of the cemetery in Hatzor Haglilit. And a sister – Eleanor – in a letter to the family, the unit commander wrote: “We only learned about Arthur recently. “And his commander, Dr. Alon Sadeh, said:” Arthur was a brilliant and responsible young man … Although he was so proud of where he came from, he did everything, and succeeded, in order to be A real ‘sabra’. ” His parents commemorated his memory by building an observatory that was erected above the place where the disaster took place, and on a granite slab at the watchtop the words: “Thousands of flowers will return / blossom with spring in the glow of Nahara.”