Ben Genet and Alexander. He was born on May 28, 1988 in Tashkent, the capital of Uzbekistan. A handsome boy with big green eyes and a face like an innocent angel. At the age of three, Boris immigrated to Israel with the whole family: mother, father, grandfather and grandmother. The family settled in Bat Yam, and Boris began attending the Yitzhak Sadeh elementary school in the city. During these years, Judo was at the center of his life: Boris worked tirelessly and became an outstanding Judoka who had few successes. Among other things, he won the first place in the Israel Youth Championship in 2003. As Boris approached Bar Mitzvah, the entire family prepared for the big celebration. Boris devoted considerable time to the study of the sermon and the parsha, and on the day of his conversion to the Torah he proudly delivered his words. The special gift he received from his parents, a trip with Father to Prague, gave him great happiness. In 2000 Boris’s family moved to Holon. Boris continued his studies at the “Katzir” junior high school, and completed with great success the “Katzir” high school, where he studied science. He stood out as a talented student, diligent and diligent, and his achievements were high. Boris was a serious, quiet, introverted and sensitive man, yet with a peculiar sense of humor. He said a little and did a lot, and his friends testify that he was willing to make worlds for them. Boris did not exaggerate his feelings, but his aversion to violence was recognized by everyone, and many remember how he would defend those who were hurt. These qualities gave Boris a great deal of respect and respect in the school community. After his fall, the friends told his parents about many cases in which Boris stood by them, although this sometimes involved a danger to his status. In the yearbook, Boris writes: “A quiet and innocent child who does not skip lessons / the most loving chemistry lesson and Boris’s box is the most painful thing for him. “I remember when I asked Boris if he wanted to change or add anything, he raised an eyebrow and said to me: ‘How can I be naive, both a boxer and an Ashkenazi?'” Says Dana. I remember it as if it were yesterday … “Boris joined the IDF on August 5, 2007, and served in the Artillery Corps in Battalion 405. He had many ambitions, hopes and dreams, but they were cut off in one run. Corporal Boris Goldbruitt fell during his duty on April 26, 2008 while he was guarding the “Meitzad” post at the age of 19. He was laid to rest in the military cemetery in Holon and was survived by his parents and brother Leon “My father Abadi, a friend from the school, said:” It’s over. A life that ended too soon. A life that has ended. Always when they said to me: ‘God takes the best’ I rolled my eyes, nodded slightly and continued the conversation. At moments like this I already know the nature of the trial. From my superficial acquaintance with Boris, I allow myself to say that he was a golden guy – I remember him as a diligent guy with a bright future. The future … In the picture in the volume book you look at the image with a puzzled look, as if half a smile but eyes are bleary, eyes in the shadow of awe and distress. I narrow my eyes, harden my chin and restrain myself from crying again. … how life sometimes takes the wrong flower, the flower that is still in the bud. I run my fingers through my hair in the spirit of the Lord who has come to pick you up and place them as Lot to hide my red eyes. The heart in Morse Code is beating harder and faster, trying to convey the crying and sorrow that reside in me to others who do not hear, can not really see, because of the sunglasses. … I hope you really know, without any small shadow of doubt, that many love you, and I personally love and appreciate you as a human being. Pain, a huge rope that surrounds and chokes, squeezes and squeezes the echoThe salty salts from the root of our bones, which intensify in every light eulogy shot into the air and bless the silence that follows. Another shot, another silence, another shot that escapes the restraint, the weeping that creeps from below, and comes loud in the quiet that comes from you. What will be, what will it never be? Boris – be blessed. “
