Ben Akiva and Noga. He was born on September 25, 1986 in Safed, the seventh brother of six brothers – Tomer, Eran, Roi, Gal, Amit and Yiftach. Later the family was added to the sister’s daughter. Ben grew up in Rosh Pina, in a warm house surrounded by love. Since his early childhood he has traveled extensively with the family – throughout the country in general, and especially in the Galilee. Ben began his studies at the Vilkomitz elementary school in Rosh Pina, where he was diagnosed as gifted, and was sent to reinforce learning at Tel Hai College. Ben showed special expertise in computers and animation and excelled in computer graphics. When he was only thirteen years old, he and his teammates won a national award in the category of animation films. Ben continued his studies at the “Ort” school in Upper Galilee, where he studied art and computer graphics. His thesis also dealt with this subject. Ben was an activist and initiator. In his youth, he established with the childhood friends the “Roller Blades” group in Rosh Pina. He did not stop there and went to Metula to learn ice hockey. He joined the Hanoar Haoved movement and was an active member of the youth movement, went on to a medical training course and was followed by a group of young students, and at the age of fifteen, His brother, Eran, was killed and the tragedy affected him greatly, and after the fall, the family discovered that Ben used to send short stories and drawings to the “new platform” website under the nickname “washing dishes.” The site can be impressed by his writing ability and the translation of his experiences into the text. The cliche list “Cliches” Ben published on the site “New Stage” in 2003: “And also if the combat medic will determine the hour of death And close his eyes with the living eyes. And they will say that he was picked prematurely. And they will say that he was so successful, the teachers and the principal from the high school who did not really know him will come, and again they will say that God only takes the good ones. They will say that he fought with dedication and his commander will say how well he was a good disciplined soldier who aspired to reach far. And he will be told that he just started life, that in a few months he was supposed to be released, that he had already planned a trip to the East. He will also see his picture on television with a memorial candle while a news anchor with an eye-to-eye will read his name and then “May his memory be blessed.” And even for his funeral, some Knesset member, or maybe even a minister, will come and distribute slogans, distribute stickers and say that an agreement with the Palestinians must be reached. Even if they leave an empty chair on Seder night, his mother will also have tears in the corners of the eyes when she raises a glass and says ‘to his memory’. And children and kindergartens will also be named after him and a corner in the public library. And thousands of tears would spill over him too. And he too will leave Mom and Dad and little brothers and many lovers and lovers. And I will stop the tears and look with red eyes, through black sunglasses, how to bury my best friend, who hated cliches so much. “Ben’s great love and an inseparable part of his life were trips and searching for water bodies. (After the fall of a Katyusha in the wadi, the bushes burst into flames and the place was discovered) When Ben was going on a Saturday vacation from the army, he made sure to organize the guys for a nightly gala at the “Zola.” On Saturdays they would collect garbage in bags and take care of Ikiono of the valley. Due to his surgery is prohibited from serving as a combat soldier and is easy to join with Chabad13 days before the induction, he wrote to his brother Tomer: “Dear brother, Tomorrow night I am going to Sinai, my great love. A trip before an army. I’m going to find out what freedom is, and hopefully I can take some freedom and keep it inside me. What is freedom, what is my need for it, and what is the connection between freedom and happiness are questions that have preoccupied me very much in recent months. I also hope for some quiet in Sinai. Sometimes the thoughts and events around us bother us to look into ourselves, and if you ask me, happiness is within us, within each of us, but the stimuli from outside look away. The quiet I had won in recent months helped me find the processes within me. I learned to restrain evil traits and use more of the good qualities, to know when I’m good and when I’m bad. I learned to love the human family, but I did not forget to love nature, I managed to get up every day with a smile and make a good day for my environment and for myself. I was getting better. I made sure to understand others, and stay open. And now, the period ends. One journey ends and another begins. I hope to continue experiencing again. Hope to see and talk with you soon. Until then, only good. I love you, your younger brother Ben. “Ben joined the IDF in December 2004 and was appointed as a combat soldier for the” Shaldag “unit. As a man of gold, creative thinking and high intelligence it was a role that suited his skills. In his role in the army and in his social connections, Benz was, according to his friends, the unifying factor. He maintained close and warm contact with his family and friends, listened attentively and was always happy to help and advise. After the Second Lebanon War, after intensive activity in the unit, Ben went on a weekend vacation and went to Ein Gedi to visit his brother. As an avid nature lover, he went for a walk alone up Mount Tzruya, over Nahal Arugot in the Judean Desert. The length of the route and the heavy heat that prevailed on that day took a heavy toll and Ben died after receiving a heat stroke. Ben was found by his friends from the unit on 25 Av 5766 (August 19, 2006). He was twenty years old when he fell. He was laid to rest at the military cemetery in Rosh Pina. Survived by his parents, five brothers and a sister, and countless friends shocked and hurt. Ron Efrat, a close childhood friend, wrote in his name and in the name of Guy: “What do you say about a brother who is not? Ben is for me a beginner in Tel Hai – a gifted project, animation, computers and a lot of art – painting, cycling, making peace – with or without fire, Ben is always a search and always lives. It’s a room with a hammock when you need it or some blows – depending on mood – Ben is a hot dish and ketchup – lots of ketchup and no vegetables – it’s long, curly or short hair, the main thing is the bristles. And on the fire on Independence Day or at any other opportunity with Akiva’s steaks, this is Akiva and Noga – father and mother – it’s Kibbutz Yiftah and a lot of family. – Ben is alone, but most together: Ben is Guy, it ‘s Ron, it’ s me Ben is a lot of stuff in all of them, it ‘s at least half of me, it’ s looking, it ‘s love, it’ s life. Actually, brother, the best brother there is, and Ben is a lot of other things – days in Tel Aviv and trance parties and friends and the unit and skateboards and Amirk’s Erme. And bonfires and tea with lots of sugar and cynicism and truth and love and lots of searching and lots of life. Ben is another lot of things that are in all of us, but for me this is a firstborn brother – more than any brother you know. I always love Ben and win OhHe will live in me and my ways. Promising to continue searching and living and loving. We always love you, your brothers, Ron and Guy. “Lilach Peer, his girlfriend, wrote:” Benz! The first thing that came to mind when everything happened (of course there were thousands more thoughts and a mess in my head and nothing caught) was that when you were with me in a ‘sandbox’, in the legendary position that was of course yours, you called it ‘if there is a paradise.’ The sentence says: ‘If there is a heaven like this it looks and if there is hell then that’s how it feels.’ This is about the Beaufort Fortress, which is also inseparable, calling me and you and all the outposts we passed (of course never, we were always waiting for an opportunity …) But what I want to tell you is a bit kitschy, That’s how it feels, and if there’s a paradise … then you must be in it. I never lost anyone close. And this time I lost someone who was closer to me. You were one of the only real friends I have in the army. Benz … Every word reminds me of you now and full of memories suddenly come to me. Things that I have not thought about in a long time, and it hurts so much that in such circumstances everything comes up. I also feel that something unusual has happened to me. Because for Bantz, just like that, it would never have happened, ever. It’s probably something that made it happen, Benz, because you’re omnipotent and anyone who thinks about it knows that your genius brain can solve everything … Even ‘Kilmutz between’ Bob and I sit on him for hours, Thursday, The Gaon solves the problem with the help of some law of physics with mirrors. My name would have been thought of it apart from you, Benz. nobody. I hope you will not be angry, when you know that yesterday I was not really nervous at all. Maybe a little bit and it sat in my head. But I really thought that you were just doing yoga somewhere, throwing up with some other unusual guys you met. Or you’re just an engineer what way to get out of the place you’ve come to, but a genius way, of course. In a second she’ll answer me on the phone after twenty times I’ve tried, and tell everyone with that cute smile (but no mustache because I do not) that you just wanted to be with yourself the way you always did. I miss you already and I want you to sit here and dig for me, but you will dig, your good, wonderful things, which I liked to hear near the girls’ quarters. Or a cigarette with the smell of a metalwork shop, after a day’s work, when you have not yet had a shower in the shower that is also the fruit of your hands so talented, as if you had gone out of nowhere and left so many good friends who do not know what happened here. And every time I went north (back to the narcissus post), next to your house, I already planned the visit, and Ophir and I will implement the proposal and come to sleep I can ‘t believe you’ il never live in Sinai, how did the Chinese lose you, how do I just see your pictures and you? I always miss you, because I miss you so much and want to tell you everything we’re going through because you’re always in a good mood for us All the time when the seamstresses told me you talked about me and said I was a queen it would feel good to hear it from you, I was even a little jealous of Karin that she was the one you finally found for you, even though it was hard for you, so scary that it’s the way I get to see her and all the other people who lie to you and are close to you. I always said that you have to be documented, recorded and photographed … You are unique and unique, and I miss … People are coming and coming to our lives … but not you, Benz. You should have stayed … “.
