Son of Frieda and Eric. Born on May 10, 1985 in Jerusalem, to brother Yael, Yehonatan and Yoav, born artist, art and music artist, filmed and documented until his last moments, when he was two years old he moved with his parents to Karmei Yosef in the Jezreel Valley where he grew up. The “Ayalon” Elementary School continued to the Herzog High School for Science, Humanities and Humanism at Beit Hashmonai, where he studied film and chemistry trends, and he grew up as a nature boy, loves trips, basketball games, parties and friends. Since his childhood, he has drawn paintings, played guitar, and later Was an active navigator and a member of the Modi’in navigation club, and his friends told him about a calm man who took things easy: “Itai’s method was the Bedouin method,” says Omer, one of the members. During his tour, he would pour a whole bag of sugar into the eye and declare that it was the Bedouin method for making tea. This was Itai’s method, Bedouin lifestyle, the tribal system, the loving, the spiritual. “Itai’s smile, the friends add, always symbolized his feeling of freedom to do what he wanted, to live life. The fact is that even the owners of conversions and authority could not resist his innocent and captivating gaze, with me in many social circles, and in every circle he left his mark in the green jeep, His trademark, always a box full of beer, with Rio and the guitar next to him. “In moments of crisis / Atie will remember and do not give up / give everything, dance / trust me – you will never fall / … / Take Everything is easy and positive / I think it’s a pretty important sentence / And if it’s a bit difficult and boring / call or send SMS / and after the route we’ll travel abroad / take with us Bab and Or / and I always love you friends because you are special people … “At the beginning of January 2004, he enlisted with me in the IDF. He began his military service in an aviation course, and after Nesher he moved as a combat soldier to the armored brigade patrol unit. Itai was appointed as a camouflage officer – a professional position who combined command of the soldiers with his artistic abilities and unique environmental perception, and was even authorized to carry a camera with him. Itai fulfilled his duties with all the seriousness and professionalism that characterized him. He found it difficult to “keep his distance” from the rest of the soldiers and to “play the hard guy”, and at some point the commander gave him up and with me he could enjoy his military service. Itai worked on various solutions for the soldiers and one of the projects he led was “start-up gatkes,” in an attempt to find gatkes that would warm the fighters but that could be easily removed. To create the perfect gatkes, he moved between high-tech companies and did real research on breathable fabrics. When the Second Lebanon War broke out, Itai and his company went north and took part in the battles. On August 12, 2006, while evacuating injured people under fire on the outskirts of the village of Ghanduriya in southern Lebanon, First Sergeant Itai Steinberger, aged twenty-one, fell. He was brought to eternal rest in the cemetery in Carmei Yosef in the heart of a thick grove, illuminated by candlelight. At the end of the military ceremony, Yoni Shalom was released, and for more than two hours his friends, teachers and family came and read letters and sang songs. His father, Erik, sang with tears in his eyes and his voice was silentJack Orland’s song “I’m carrying me”, the song that Itai and his friends chose to sing at their memorial ceremony in Poland. The fighters who returned from the battle described Itai’s mother Frida, his last moments in the chaos of the battle when suddenly an angel appeared and brought Itai to heaven. Maya Rothman dedicated the song “I am a guitar” to Itai. Berry Sakharof and Itai’s friends played and sang the songs he loved. Brother Jonathan asked: “I want everyone to close their eyes, take a deep breath, open your eyes, look at the wonderful world around us, breathe the air, continue to live and be happy. Dr. Meir Rakuch, Arik’s colleague, Itai’s father, wrote about the powerful experience: “Those present at the funeral could not help but feel, get excited and connect to the same intent that was in the air. The funeral ceremony was a combination of pain, restrained anger and acceptance, beauty, friendship and love, tradition, spirituality and holiness, earth and stars, tears and flowers. “On 11.9.2007 I received the medal of the OC Northern Command. At the ceremony for receiving the medal, the story of the battle was told: “Itai served as the NCO in disguise and asked to volunteer and join the fighting. He took part in the battles in the village of Ghandoria. That morning one of the crews was attacked by a missile barrage and absorbed many wounded. Staff Sergeant Itai joined Team 2, took the Paramedic with him and began climbing up the mountain towards the wounded. During the aliyah he noticed that the paramedic was having trouble carrying the heavy doctor’s bag. When he reached the injured, the sergeant approached me and the paramedic for the most serious casualty who was in a very exposed and complex area, and when the wounded man was loaded on the stretcher, a barrage of missiles was fired Sergeant Itai Steinberger displayed a spirit of combat, initiative, courage under fire and an exceptional responsibility to save his friends and even paid His functioning is the symbol of evil in the unit. ” Much has been written about me in the print and electronic press. “Six months before the war, I met Itai,” Sergeant Steven Friedland, a close friend of Itai, told Ynet on the Ynet Web site, “Every time I got to the unit, he was the contact person, the one who always took care of me. Even in war, he was the one who made sure I had a sleeping bag, a helmet, everything I needed. ” During the week in Lebanon, I and Stephen were defined as an “iron couple.” They moved together, stopped together and helped each other. “After a two-hour nap in the morning, Itai woke me up because there were wounded,” he said, “after we woke up, we started to move toward a high dome, and it was hard for me to get in.” He came with me, took the heavy equipment I was carrying and pushed me up. Who was moderately injured. ” The rescue force in which the two comrades were in the area was exposed and dangerous. They hurried to move the wounded man on a stretcher, but just before they picked her up, there was a whistle. After a half minute, when we were in a safe place, I understood that he was killed, the injury was very difficult … I realized that he actually saved my life, prevented the shrapnel from reaching me … Now I understand that with me, for whom the value of friendship and friendship was so important, saved me, and so I stayed there to care and save a lot of other soldiers. ” Many actions were taken to commemorate Itai, a loving and observant person. In a large article published on the Walla website, his mother, the artist Frida Steinberg, explained: “I will not agree to place a monument in Itai’s memory, because we are peopleOf life, and he touched life. We do not sink into pain and loss, but discover ourselves as a family. He gave us a kind of momentum, a lever for life. We continue to create and lay eggs of gold, because this is the recipe that Itai left us. But I know that this is a tremendous paradox, because at night I do not fall asleep and cry like a mother who asks for her son to come back. “Frida dedicated her exhibition” Time in Freezing “to the Acre Festival, two months after the end of the Second Lebanon War. “A song by Itai named” Ahavat Itai “was composed and composed by” Itaiat Itai “:” I went on a nice walk wrapped in a soft blanket filled with sand and dust like a lighthouse / old guy with dreadlocks and the old man full of frightening happiness. / And the girl with the flashlight looked like the safest thing in the world // we spent a whole night with a bag of melted / dancing kebabs To the ill-fated melody of the pure instrument / and escape from a huge floodlight of brown walls and a bitter old age / ride in the jeep, running in the sand, in love with the white fire // one drunk and special wave that blows bare feet / whispers and that such a denial would only be me / Itai’s base was dedicated to a music room and a commemorative room in his name, which was taken by a talented photographer and his sister Yael sent a few pictures to a competition organized by the IDF and the Ministry of Environmental Protection on ” Who did not know that Itai was killed, chose his picture “I am Toro” in first place. The picture, showing a soldier facing a sandstorm, was sold at an auction, and the money was donated to orphaned children. Another picture of Itai was presented in the installation “The Shekhina in a tent” in the framework of the 52nd International Biennale held in Venice. Itai photographed himself in the spring of Ein Jezreel, standing with his hands raised in the water. The tent, which is part of the exhibition “DIVINE IN.TENT”, was exhibited in various places around the world. Halevy wrote: “His strong, tranquil gaze lights up every way he chooses, so he knew how to paint layers of content and light into everything he thought and created.” On May 10, 2000, Itai’s birthday, Arik arranged for him to run in conjunction with the National Navigation Club. The event that takes place in the Karmei Yosef Forest has become a tradition that takes place every year on May 10th. On the eleventh anniversary of Itai’s death, a memorial ceremony was held at the cemetery in Carmei Yosef. After that, the family and friends gathered in a tent in the Karmei Yosef Forest for an open encounter with music, story and song creators. On the first anniversary of his fall, Itai’s family organized a kite flying event at Palmahim Beach. On choosing this type of memorial, the mother said: “We will fly kites and we will hope for better days, and we will paint the skies in memory of Itai.” Yael, Itai’s sister, has set up an online blog on his blog, www..4itay.com, with stories, pictures and updates on events in his memory. Another blog with pictures of Itai appears at www.itay-steinberger.blogspot.com. “Itai was a fighter, but at the same time he did not give up on art … Most of the people who carry a camera practice do it for documentation,” says Itai, “for whom a helicopter lands, a helicopter landing, and when they photograph the situation there is no interpretation at all. A helicopter landing – he photographed a person standing in front of a sandstorm and leaving the situation in the fog, and since it is irrelevant in the reality he wanted to show, it is not the main thing. Is the one blessed with the work. ” Itai’s friends wrote to the Gil team, March 2004:”You were the most special soldier on the team, the most prominent, always wearing the most colorful and strange clothes, always with the same smile on your face, you always encouraged everyone, always take care, always lead the team with the special leadership just for you, We have always known that you have the highest abilities of all of us, but you love to do things your way, always in a way of peace and calm … There is no one but you from whom we take all So much … I wish our children would grow up to be good, loving and special people like me. ” “Even though I may not have shown it, I always liked to hear what you have to say / duet of criticism and directness, in a cover of wit,” says Roi W. of the team: “Itai – your character is well known in my memory: , Many will be able to testify … “A week before Itai’s death, Assaf Gur, a reporter for Ma’ariv, arrived at the post. “If a good fairy lands here at the outpost and gives you three wishes, what do you want?” He asked Itai, and he replied: “Whiskey, woman and cigarette – that’s all my longing now.” After his death, his friends turned these words into stickers. Omer wrote a childhood friend: “… Itai was a unique educational figure – he found his way to influence his surroundings in a variety of ways – guiding youth in tour activities, love of the country and traveling together with social activities around the values of cooperation and mutual assistance. In high school, and to train soldiers to assimilate into the natural landscape and to use it to carry out their missions and protect them … There was always an answer to every question and question – whatever you do, ‘enjoy seven times in nature.’ “I still do not understand that this is not the truth with me … To this day I still suffer from my personal pain, but from the pain of others … How sad it is for me to see them and think of my family as a family With a missing soul and some soul, the soul of an amazing person, how much I admired him and still. ” Yoav, the younger brother, dedicated a riding instructors’ course at the end of the course, which took place as a tribute to Atai. Itai’s family awards a trophy to the champion of the Ranning riding industry every year. On the 60th anniversary of the State of Israel, an exhibition of photographs by Itay will open at the Artists’ House in Tel Aviv, presenting about forty selected photographs and two wall prints. An association named after Itai was established at the Bezalel Academy of Art and Design in Jerusalem, among its activities “Children Create Peace”. In the photography department at Bezalel there is a special annual course for photography in the name of Itai, built in the way that Itai saw things in it. This is a documentary workshop on the photography of neighborhoods in Jerusalem that relate to archeology, coexistence and architecture. The family established a computerized animation program in his high school at Herzog. The members of Karmei Yosef in cooperation with the Nature and Parks Authority initiated a community-environmental project for the preservation of Ein Varda – Tel Gezer. As part of a project of the Peres Center for Peace, one of the meetings at Givat Haviva created a sculpture in the shape of a dove of peace. The sculpture, together with Itai’s letter in Hebrew and English, was given to Hillary Clinton during her visit to Neve Shalom. Hillary was excited and said she would treasure the statue and the letter in the White House. The Patrol devotes a final campaign of fighters to Mount Itzba to commemorate Itai. Arik, his father, climbs the mountain and meets the warriors at the summit, where a ceremony was held in memory of Itai. His mother Frida continues Itai’s path in photography and in the documentation of his comrades in the unit.
