Madar (Prestman), Ortal

Son of Hannah and her friends. Ortal was born in Nes Tziona on July 14, 1980, the ninth child in a family of 10. Ortal was born on a misty morning, his parents say, and his name was chosen by the eldest sister Ronit as a combination of Or and Tal. Ortal’s first years were spent in Nes Tziona, and he was sent to a religious kindergarten and elementary school of Chabad, where a meticulous and personal education was given. When he finished second grade, Ortal moved to the state education system and attended the “Son of Tzvi” elementary school and the “Golda Meir” junior high school. At the end of 9th grade, he continued to ORT high school in Lod, where he graduated in communications. At a very young age, Ortal stood out in a high and rich language, and his parents said that a caller who asked if his mother at home would reply “I do not think so, but I have to check.” When he reached school, he was recognized as an outstanding student in first grade. He learned to read within a month, but his parents refused the offer to take him to second grade. From the moment he learned to read Ortal he read everything he put his hand on, even a phone book. In second grade, he had already read books for adults, such as Kidmat Eden, and often he had locked himself in the library after hiding among the bookshelves and had to call the librarian to rescue him. In the house Ortal continued reading under the blanket, sometimes by a match. In those years, Ortal was the child of a home whose entire world was reading. Even when friends called him to play and his mother confirmed he would leave, he preferred to stay home and keep reading. It soon became clear that Ortal had a phenomenal memory, remembered everything he read, and could find out where he had read it. From a young age, Ortal wrote a personal journal detailing his thoughts and opinions, often in short sentences and poems. In his poem “We have already told you …”, his parents say, he foretold what was about to happen, and therefore there were those who called him the “wisdom of the occult.” Ortal wrote in his diary about the connection between the book and the psyche: But the best book will not see the soul of a person, and the best painting will not see the face of a person, and the best film will not reveal the steps of a person, and the best song will not make his voice. The psychologist is a tourist in a person’s soul. Truth is merely a cover for another truth – and so on. Sleep is the closest thing we have to a journey in human time and soul. Only a coward will see cruelty and a lie. A person who ‘burns bridges’ is a person who is afraid of being persecuted. A person who truly surrounds himself is a person surrounded by security. The lie is a lock – and all your life you’ll be afraid of the thief who breaks the lock. “Ortal loved nature and animals, and there were always a dog or two, cats, fish, rabbits, hamsters and parrots. In the elementary school years, Ortal had no physical fitness and no climbing skills, so at the age of eight he fell from the roof of a public shelter and lost consciousness. That they bring him Psalms and a prayer book, and he explained to the medics that he had been saved by virtue of a daily donation of ten agorot to charity, which he had frozen In his high school years, Ortal developed a muscular muscular body, after performing physical fitness exercises with simple household means, for example – he placed curbstones in his closet for abdominal exercises, and he raised the stones nine feet from the street, Every day Ortal became involved in a group of boys and girls, to whom he was very helpful in his studies, he was active in the student council, was elected chairman, and air conditioners were installed in the school.National Council of the Student Council. During his free time, he volunteered at Al Sam, helped the elderly with shopping for the Sabbath and bought medicines, and helped the needy with babysitter services. Some of his activities were revealed to his family only after his fall. In addition to all his activities Ortal worked after installing pergolas, financed himself and even helped others. “I knew you when you reached us in 10th grade and I became your teacher in this class,” said Ortal school principal Ortal, “and I immediately noticed your special intelligence, you were a kind of scattered professor, a philosopher. A book that you were passionate about, and as a teacher of your literature, I was always thrilled again … We had quite a few conversations, and each time the conversation ended I came out with the feeling that I had learned something from you … I saw it as a compliment every time you asked me to consult as a person, School”. Ortal wrote in his diary: “Sometimes it is harder to find the question than the answer … Every solution is a problem, there are no absolute solutions – there are only new problems.” “Love is an ideal, like truth and life, and therefore we will never be able to realize it … Most of the women make me aspire, but few will make me realize them … Like Sinai is hard to write in Hebrew, A wife … There were times when people thought that emotions came from the Lev, but now they know that emotions come from the brain. ‘”. Ortal was a gentle, modest boy, telling the truth and demanding truth, which he always loved to give and help. “The more people do, the faster they will progress,” he wrote in his diary. Wherever his presence came, it stood out and sent light and joy around. He was opinionated, had a position on every subject, who knew how to listen, advise and help – and his friends testify that he could not disappoint. In his diary he wrote: “In the media, most of the responsibility lies with the listener’s side.” Ortal was an optimistic man who knew everything about half the glass in everything. He never felt helpless or lost hope. His motto was: “What does not kill you strengthens you.” In his diary he wrote: “Hope is all that human beings have – it is forbidden to lose … The greatest gift I have received is the next day … The strongest force in me is my inner strength … Do not give up something good, but for something better. May you have the wisdom to discern. ” Ortal’s dream was to paint the world in blue, the symbol of serenity and peace. “Ortal was talented, creative and unique in his own way, he used to tell me, ‘Do not look through the eyes of others what is in you,'” Ortal’s friend Meital said: “Every place where Ortal was was lit up with his broad smile and his rolling laughter, which swept everyone. Who decided to do it in the most special and perfect way … Ortal loved everyone and everyone he knew loved him … In every person, Ortal knew something special only for him, he knew how to please and feel good … Ortal was a good friend and an unmatched soul mate. ” “I remember how Zion once told me about you that you are the wisest person he knows, and how he would trust you with your eyes closed … I already wanted to know you more closely then, to be close to you so that I could Get some of your knowledge, learn new life theories and hear your words from the sages. ” In one of his poems, called “Different Worlds,” Ortal wrote: “My tears fall from my eyes on the page / leaving a path of black ink on it. / Tears running down your face / Around a star … Other. I live sometimes, you sometimes die / but you and I are united by the difference / because we are different worlds / you are not supposed to do anything. “In his diary he wrote, after one of his poems:” A poet sees the world as fit, His songs and his songs for motifs, various characteristics, doors and closures, and destroy the poet’s intentions. “Ortal joined the IDF on July 11, 1999 and was assigned to an armament corps. After his professional training, he arrived at the Southern Armament Ordnance Unit at the beginning of 2000, where he was integrated as a multi-system engineering and hydraulic equipment engineer in the armored combat vehicle. Which is positive for life in general, and for military service in particular. In two separate meetings between Ortal and me, and according to conversations with his commanders and colleagues, I learned about his desire to contribute and advance within the framework of his military service, while demonstrating his motivation to integrate and achieve achievements. In his character, Ortal stood out in his sense of humor, involvement, reason and caring for what was happening in his environment, and became the living spirit among his friends. “Ortal fell during his service on the 20th of Adar 2, 5760 (March 20, 2000) And his brother, Oded, Aviad-Avigdor, Rachel-Tzameret and Ya’ara. Ortal was promoted to the rank of corporal after his death. Ortal’s younger sister, Ya’ara, wrote a few days after his fall: “… all I have to do is recall all the memories / so what I cried and cried and it did not help / I prayed and I prayed and my Lev was broken. “Five months after the fall, Ya’ara wrote:” I did not pray for you, “I always felt you inside me / And at the Wall I felt you with me / I kissed the walls of the Western Wall / On your grave Flowers He plants / He The God who took you / and the Lev with time in life will not be forgotten. ” Ortal’s sister, Tzameret, wrote: “… You recently left and / alone I left / I am like a well without water / I am like a bird without wings / My eyes dry with tears / Ortali, How long should I cry? / Now the pitcher without roses / I give you all the flowers / I put them in a pile of sand / You love most. “I had a friend who was all a brain / I had a friend who also had strength / Always labored and helped others,” wrote Victor, a friend of Ortal’s. “You are taken like an angel / Leave traces that we will never forget. Pinky and brain the world You tried to conquer / Ortal, you were gentle and holy. // You were taken to be an angel, so that you can help others as only you know. ” On the eleventh anniversary of Ortal’s death, the family produced a book with excerpts from his personal diary, entitled: “My dear, all I wanted to say, and I did not get it … is Ortal.” “I know that no matter where you are, you hear me and my prayers and the right moment will come for you to give me a sign and a sign that you have heard,” wrote his mother, I love you and every moment I miss you, every day that passes and passes, time does not dull the pain and the longing, it only increases them. ” In one of the sections inOrtal wrote: “Today I saw so many people, and they are all Yaffa, they all love to love the lover, the beauty of these people, that is, unique beauty, is that they are not aware of it. There is one person who stands out, like a red rose in a silly grass, a rose that you would like to be picked up and adopted into your Lev, a pure rose, even though this rose has everything, I fear that the winter will destroy it, make it wither and lose its youth. On the Facebook network, the family created a page named after Ortal, which contains many pictures from childhood to the army. On the website of the Israel Armament Corps on the Internet there is a memorial page for Ortal with additional diary entries, as well as photos of family and friends.