Leshem, Amichai

Leshem, Amichai


Ben Orna and Israel. He was born on the 5th of Iyar 5740 (21.4.1980) in Petah Tikva, to his brother Avital and Itamar, and his special name – Amichai – was shortened by the people of Israel, and he was born on the Independence Day of the State of Israel. Amichai was very fond of nature, and when he was a child, the family moved from Petah Tikva to a rural environment, near the village of Kfar Sirkin, where he studied at the elementary school in Katznelson and slowly returned from school, stopping by the trees and plants, “From the very beginning of his childhood, it was clear that Amichai was a unique, intelligent and intelligent child above the average in the first grade, after learning the secrets of reading and writing In the beginning of the second grade, he read all the textbooks for the school year, and at the end of three months it was decided to make him jump to third grade Amichai loved reading and gulping down all the books in the school library. He learned that he had locked himself in a library in the shelter, and that he had managed to crawl out and returned home, and had different learning habits from the other children – he studied without notebooks, and until At the end of his studies he did not do his homework. When his teachers asked him questions, he would recite his answers orally and repeatedly prove his knowledge of the material. “From an angelic baby with blue eyes who look at the world in amazement, Amichai grew up into a tall, curious and inquisitive boy, interested in what is above, and what is below, in the sky, in space and in stars, in history, literature, culture and science fiction. On the verge of genius, with a rich inner world, which was not always properly understood by the outside world. ” Amichai was a very smart boy and mature enough to make out how old he was. He easily connected with adults, and talked for hours with them about subjects at the top of the world. He continued his studies in Petah Tikva, the junior high school “Ben Tzvi” and the “Amal B” high school, and as a part of the project And as a child, Amichai loved to play “Dungeons and Dragons”. This game reflected his personal skills, tactical ability, social interaction and abundant creativity. Amichai invented new rules and rules, demonstrated agility, excellent memory and developed imagination. “When we gathered for the role games, it seems that Amichai was resurrected through the characters he created,” said a friend who was involved in these games: Passivity disappeared and through the world of imagination he expressed himself in a different and theatrical way that was not expressed in everyday life. The books Amichai read were of a very high standard and the adults found it difficult to cope with the amount of knowledge he had accumulated. Entire encyclopedias gulped, memorized whole values, and all without too much effort and great pleasure. By the age of ten, he had been able to recite entire historical periods, world wars, and famous personalities. As a self-taught autodidact he acquired the English language on his own, and soon his mastery was absolute, as if it were a mother tongue. Amichai read about quantum theory, studied the books of Greek mythology and studied the books of philosophy and philosophy. The object of his admiration was Stephen Hawking, And his books like “short history of time” drank thirstily. He still admired Shakespeare, whose works he read in English. On the occasion of the Bar Mitzvah, Amichai wrote his beautiful aunt Bracha with rhymes: “… Our first meeting was in the covenant … / A baby with blue eyes and no hair … / Beautiful as an angel, fragrant and perfumed / He was in the cradle, who was already desperate for the computer, planning to get close to him. // The third meeting here and there / pointed to a thoughtful and introverted philosopher who kept his opinions, did not shout, did not speak, just kept quiet and was silent. A few more years have passed, and your growth has justified the hopes. / You have already spoken with deep seriousness about what, if not, Greek mythology: // On Hercules, Oedipus, Odysseus and Antigo Naha, and joined by Shakespeare, Hamlet and Desdemona, members of the English drama, Eitam, you celebrated your ninth year in the next meetings, in addition to the talk / concepts from the world of science and medicine. When you talk about space and the conquest of the sky / The mirror when your head is in the clouds, / Busy with rockets, in galaxies, that is, stars / No wonder the educational system too has vigorously attacked the discovery / And you, the blue-eyed boy, skipped one or two classes. // You went straight to the university, where you continued to develop, and to deal with the moon. // And now at this meeting you will be reminded / reminded you of Haifa the aunt, / that our earth is not desolate, / and its creatures, please, wholeheartedly. // … that will continue to flourish like a tall, upright / full of knowledge and wisdom. Amichai joined the IDF at the end of March 1999, but served only a short time. After a month of basic training, he was assigned to serve at the Tel Hashomer base in the Construction Unit as computer officer. “Amichai had to work with me as computer administrator, which is one of the most difficult jobs in the unit, and he was always interested in learning and always instead of learning he taught, because of his knowledge in many fields.” On May 24, 1999, Amichai fell to duty in the military cemetery in Kfar Sirkin, leaving his parents, brother Itamar and sister Avital in a condolence letter to the bereaved family. The unit, Major Imad Halabi: “Amichai arrived at my unit at the end of June 1999, and was supposed to be assigned to the unit in charge of computerization. In the short time we spent with him, Amichai showed satisfaction with his job and his desire to contribute to the army. Amichai was a learned soldier who specialized in computers and many other professions. We have entered Amichai’s room this morning – a boy’s room – a world full of books, books and other books. A curious boy’s room that wanted to know everything-about philosophy, history, mythology, and science fiction. We opened the wardrobe in which Amichai’s clothes were meticulously sorted and arranged in a military column. On the ironing board the army uniform is still waiting, and the eye observes and the heart does not catch up, and he refuses to believe that clothes and uniforms will not be used. … We accompanied Amichai, an intelligent, graceful, modest boy, a blond angel who had fallen from the heights, at many stations in his life. We always accompanied him with worry and anxiety, because that was how our neighbor taught us how to treat our firstborn. And what is more symbolic than the birth of Amichai – the fifth of Iyar – Independence Day? Amichai called him, and gave him life within the people:Ami-Chai, and we never imagined that so few and very few would live on this land. … the poetry of his life in the middle seems. Be a child and no longer … rest in peace and protect us from above. “They loved you very much and already miss you, the family.” A friend eulogized him: “On the first day of high school, we identified each other. The connection was immediate. I remember the details of the beginning of our friendship, but I remember that the common issues made connecting easy, quick. Slowly we learned to get to know each other better and I could say that I had the privilege and the opportunity to access a vast reservoir of information, opinions, attitudes and conclusions. Amichai was different. As if the cares of the world did not touch him. The serenity he radiated was enormous, though sometimes it was evident that he had a turbulence. Whether in voice or in silence, Amichai would respond. … I remember that he would wait quietly until they asked him a question, suggestion or request. From that moment on, he felt free to discuss the matter and to accept the offer or invitation, but at the end of the conversation or initiative he would return to his position. I have always thought of Amichai as a true individualist. A man who is shaped and shaped by himself and almost does not submit to the dictates of society. He always did what he wanted while he wanted … “Aunt Varda wrote:” To love Amichai meant accepting him as he was. … In the case of Amichai, this was a very basic fact because he determined his own laws more than the norm, and his customs. … I set a custom between us, from childhood, and that he gets a kiss when I come and go. When he was small and had to run after him, and when he was big and had to stand on the tip of his fingers. Sometimes he gave a hug and sometimes smiled shyly and sometimes a mischievous smile. And sometimes it was the connection, when it disappeared on the computer for the rest of the time. “Amichai grew up and we did not always understand him – neither we nor others, because Amichai did not talk much and we did not always. Although we listened, we did not always understand. He was an incorrigible cynic, a believer and fanatic of individual rights, interested in philosophical questions alongside physical questions about the existence of the world, and deepened his knowledge of the games of the dungeons and dragons. And instead of choosing a role as is customary in such a game, he swallows all the books and becomes a judge and defender. And when I sometimes need to translate words from English to Hebrew, Amichai understands and translates, and here the roles have long since been replaced. It was difficult, it was complicated – we did not succeed, and being honest, often frustrating … A young couple brings a child into the world, a young couple raises a child, a young couple buries a child. I remember the days of early spring, the first flowering days, which combine with the heavy days of foliage, the smells of flowering, with the first smells of hamsin. And later I gave birth to my firstborn, and these days I buried him. “In Amichai’s memory, a library was created in his memory in memory of Amichai, in memory of Amichai, where he was immortalized in a painting done by sandblasting technique on a glass plate. To which a guest artist is invited.

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