Ben-Rivka Bat-Raphael and Yitzhak Shlomo Frankenthal. He was born on the 5th of Cheshvan 5735 (5.11.1974) in Tel Aviv and was nicknamed Arik by all, a clever, witty and sharp child of rare beauty When he was four years old he moved to Moshav Gamzu, located in the Ben Shemen Forest, He grew up in the fields, grew up among the animals, breathed the smell of the cowshed in nearby Kfar Daniel and met new friends, and he spent his early years at Shalhevet School in Kibbutz Sha’alvim, but he also showed sensitivity, At the end of his elementary studies, he debated where he would continue to study, because he did not want to spend his time in vain. He decided to find his place in a school that combines study and work, society and halakha, and thus chose to study at the youth group at Kibbutz Alumim, where he spent three years. He expressed his desire to study Jewish studies before his enlistment, and after many tests he decided to study at the “Ma’aleh Gilboa” religious kibbutz, where he studied, studied and demanded, quizzed and studied all the mysteries of Judaism. Arik was not afraid to ask about the Tannaim and the Amoraim. He did not hesitate to challenge Halachic rulings, while he was assisted by those with Jewish heritage. Erik was one of the followers of Prof. Yeshayahu Leibowitz and even visited his home several times and conducted deep philosophical discussions with him. During his short years, he organized a summer camp for immigrant children, studied the depths of history, and tried to remove from the “historical garbage dump” people who influenced their social life in the course of their lives. Erik had friends from all walks of life, from toddlers to 80-90s, with whom he had a lot of contact. Erik was interested in world and Israeli history and spent hours and days in libraries. There was hardly any historical trail or path from the past that had not been researched and studied by him. He hurt a lot the pain of searching. One of his motifs was: “If I am me, because I am you, and you are you, because you are you, then I am you and you are, but if I am because you are you and you are you because I am, then I am not you and you are not you.” Erik tried with all his might to be connected to himself. He felt connected to the spirit of Rabbi Nachman of Bratslav, as well as to Rabbi Kotzk, and to Nietzsche, Martin Buber, Heine, Arthur Hayley and other modern writers. He traveled extensively throughout the country and in the Judean Desert and served as a tour guide. Eric dared and did what others dreamed and did. The love of man was inherent in his soul and he treated everyone with respect, even if he did not agree to what he did and what he said. He believed in peace and hoped to see it come true. He bought Bedouin friends whom he met on the land of Gamzu. He traveled a lot in the Modi’in area, and it seems that he was no better in knowing the terrain. Arik wrote many songs and letters to friends and friends. His writings are deep and full of humor – even if sometimes black. Arik always said: “When I fall in the army” … and predicted his future. He also asked that when he fell in the army, they would stand around his grave and sing: “Here the dog is buried …”. He was a member of many youth movements: “Meimad” youth, “Avoda” youth, “Meretz” youth, “Ezra” youth and “Netivot Shalom.” As someone who grew up in a home where the love of Israel and love of the Creator are intertwined, His dream was to become a professor of history at the university and to gain positions of influence in politics so that he could correct what needs to be corrected in terms of religious-secular relations,And Arabs, the State of Israel and a Palestinian state. Eric smiled a lot and gave his kindness to everyone. He was an adult compared to his friends, and after his death he admitted how he had predicted things that only years later had come to their minds. Erik had a special and deep relationship with his family. He talked openly with his father about everything. He was very attached to his family. Arik joined the IDF in early April 1994 and was a trainee in a tank driver’s course at the training base of the Armored Corps, and on July 6, 1994 he left his unit for a medical examination and stopped at the Ram junction. The vehicle was discovered shortly after they began to travel, and it turned out that this was a squad of terrorists from the Hamas organization who wanted to kidnap a soldier, while the terrorists opened fire at Arik and he was killed on July 7, 1994, In the village of Aqab, in the Ramallah area, by a boy who passed by and saw signs of blood, and was laid to rest in the military cemetery in Holon : “He fell in battle in the Ramallah area.” Arik left behind his parents, three brothers Hananel, Ofir and Hadar, and a sister, Ayelet, who was nineteen years old when he fell in a letter of condolence to the bereaved family. By his commanders as a soldier with a high personal level, motivated, educated, industrious, dedicated and friendly, willing to invest and believe in the justice of the road, he wished for peace but prepared for war. ” Brigadier General Zion Sapir, commander of the unit where Arik served, wrote to the family: “During his brief service in the armored corps, basic training and training, Arik displayed high motivation to serve as a rifleman and even advance to command positions. His high personal standing was very prominent in the department and in the company, and this was reflected in the impression of his commanders and friends. ” The Givat Shmuel Local Council published a memorial booklet describing Arik’s character. The press published articles covering the abduction and murder of Arik and published an article about his father, who founded an organization that supports the peace process and called on families of terror victims to join him. His mother founded an Internet site named after him: www.arkline.com/arik/zicaron.html The site contains songs written by Eric translated into English, pictures and stories from various stations in his life, as well as things she wrote in his memory. Erik’s poem, “Letter to God”: “I will not tell you what is not on my heart / I will not sacrifice the sacrifices that did not come from my very existence / I will not ask requests beyond my power / I learned to speak to me / and then I learned to speak only what is far from my heart / in conversations with people and then in conversations with you. / One in the mouth and one in the heart – is this your way? ” Another song written by Arik, “Pictures, One Man, This Song”: “A frozen smile / a waterfall whose waters stopped / A voice that is bleeding / A reduced scenery / A memory stimulus / The potential of a story / This song is like a frozen smile / Like a waterfall that stops in the middle of the flow / And wants to flow, move / song reduces the landscape of Itself / is reduced to words / but tries to flow and wash checkpoints / and ongoing and aspiring. “
