Ben Regina and Julio Fernando, was born on December 14, 1967 in Tucuman, Argentina, to Marcelo. Gustavo grew up in a Jewish Zionist family, studied at the “Atzmaut” Jewish school and at the Haim Greenberg Teachers’ Seminary, was a member of the Halutz Hamefach youth movement, joined the Conservative movement and served as spiritual leader and cantor in the Tukuman community. Gustavo studied at Ma’ayanot – a center for youth counselors and community leadership of the Jewish Agency, and studied group facilitation at the Pichon Ravier School of Social Psychology. Gustavo was a Zionist in all his soul, and in 1988, at the age of 21, he fulfilled his dream and immigrated to Israel with his parents and brothers, and the family decided to live in Jerusalem. Gustavo also continued his volunteering tradition in Israel, volunteering in various places, such as in Kol HaNeshma, where he helped bereaved parents, guided the Masada youth movement and led a support group for people living with HIV. His motto was: “Instead of complaining all day about how bad it is here, there are things we can do both for ourselves and for people who need it and thus make life look a bit more beautiful.” His hobbies were reading, music and trips around the country. Gustavo studied for a BA in Social Work at the Hebrew University of Jerusalem. “Gustavo is a very special student who creates a very warm and friendly relationship with a great deal of knowledge and sensitivity to the people he comes into contact with. As a student at the outset, to integrate the direct emotional experience with the theoretical thought … Gustavo has progressed very professionally and his progress has become a very satisfying experience in training. ” He was 27 years old when he joined the IDF in February 1994. At the beginning of his military career, he served as a mental health officer at the “Schneller” regional clinic and in 1995-1999 he was a member of the IAF. After working for two years at Eitanim Hospital, And served in it as a NKVD until my death. During his service, he was an officer in the Golani Brigade on the Lebanese border and in Judea and Samaria, where he was exposed to risks. In his work he showed great professionalism and exceptional sensitivity to his patients. He was a pillar of the mental health system and was widely praised by his commanders and colleagues for his high professionalism as well as for the perseverance and sensitivity he displayed to his patients. Gustavo had a very wide knowledge of human relations. His friends, who used to call him Gordo, describe him as a wonderful person, full of joie de vivre, sensitive and funny. They emphasize how loved everyone was. The commander of his unit says that he was a role model and worthy of praise for his professional conduct. As part of the army, Gustavo has completed many mental health courses. In 1998 he began studying for a master’s degree in clinical social work at the Hebrew University of Jerusalem. A certificate of appreciation from the “Enosh” organization for the mentally disabled and their families for volunteering, a certificate of excellence from the Knesset for volunteering at the Eitanim Psychiatric Hospital, an outstanding officer on behalf of the Education Corps in his work with youth, and a certificate of recognition for outstanding immigrant officers from the Prime Minister and the Minister of Defense . Major Gustavo Amitai Shlisserman fell during his duty on January 26, 2003, at the age of thirty-five, and was laid to rest in the military cemetery on Mount Herzl, leaving behind his parents and brother. An active member of it, took out a pamphlet called “The Consolation of the Soul,” which brings ways to console themselves after loss”I had the privilege to meet Gustavo closely, and we participated together in a workshop for community emissaries, Rabbi Na’ama Kalman-Ezrahi, who came directly from the valley to Jerusalem, his uniform and dusty military boots, after treating soldiers who had suffered a shell shock, After long conversations with those who were afraid and anxious, the man from the valley would sit down, close his eyes and direct his heart and thoughts to the prayer, and his voice sounded like a shofar, seeking peace and tranquility for the souls of his subordinates … Gustavo the man trained and taught us to mourn our loved ones. The man of consolation, his life cut short by their noses, but the sound of his prayer continues to his cheek Our midst. This brochure is dedicated to him and to his life. Prayer will continue to resonate forever in the hearts of friends and members ‘My Soul’. ” “Dear Gustavo, a divisional officer, true to all, with eternal kindness, always with a smile and a word of encouragement, quiet and safe, taking care of your soul, loving someone,” writes Col. Dr. Chaim Knobler, head of the mental health department. Your professional work … Your choice of the profession of social work and the role of a security officer in your service as a security officer and as a career officer suited your character, and the professional success was not long in coming. This is from the period of your studies in which you worked as a mentor in the “Enosh” organization and at the Eitanim Hospital and as a consultant at the School of the Arts, and immediately as a social worker who is a therapist at the Kiryat Yovel clinic until you are drafted into the IDF. In the Golani Brigade for four years, a unit in Eitanim Hospital, and your last position, which was so cruelly cut off – the head of the team of officers in Division 162. Love to help, love to help, love to treat: In many patients, The best of your hours, which you owe so much. They were left without you, and we were left missing a great and dear friend, who was cruelly taken away from us. In the service of El Malei Rachamim, we are about to conclude our commitment to pray for the remembrance of the deceased mentioned in the prayer. We are committed here, dear Gustavo, to continue to perfect your memory for our treatment, to learn and to teach how to treat patients in distress, from the humane, benevolent, and benevolent approach that you have championed … “From the eulogy delivered by Hagai Cides:” Last Friday, Your grandmother, we arranged to meet with you in the Judea and Samaria Division, as usual on a cup of coffee, and as usual you lit a cigarette calmly, tell me about another treatment for the victim of combat reactions or a soldier in crisis. I split and argued about the location of the divisional unit in a multi-casualty incident, but since then I can only imagine you and your character. Gustavo, you were a great and great man, one that is all presence: the presence of infinite kindness, the presence of warmth and love – with a smile, a gaze, a handshake, a presence of wisdom and words so empty and helpless … You were a true professional, And his patients and they brought you back love. I have often told you that your slogan should be: “BRAN 162 – this is my clinic.” I learned a lot from you, you were a clinical guide to the way you were able to penetrate the patient’s world and help him.GUSTAVO, Last night I watched the stars in heaven, If you see a falling star, you can ask for any request and it will surely come true, but I remained looking at the sky and no star fell, and I just imagined you sitting around a large group of angels, old and young, who want to talk with you. I will remember you, you will always meet at the end, you know and there is Friends, but they, too, are extinguished in the face of the incredible length”Writes Moshe Har Tov, who edited an album in memory of Gustavo with the words of his friends:” To Gustavo Rei, few are truthful people whose words and deeds are directed according to the line of truth. The shoes are the excellent ones whose mouths and hearts are equal. Our dear Gustavo was one of those who, in every encounter with them, revealed the inner truth that cried out from the heat of his heart and whose only concern was to realize the inner truth that was hidden in his soul. For years I had the noble privilege of sharing thoughts and feelings with this great man, who in all his ways fulfilled the duty and the right to do good, to help and to help. In the routine of professional activity, the therapist’s pure and fundamental wish to understand, to identify with and to immeasurably benefit the needy and the sufferer is sometimes dimmed and blurred. The boundaries and limits of the framework sometimes erode the basic impulse to increase compassion and kindness toward those who stand on our thresholds and yearn for tenderness, love, and help. The limitations of time and the complications of reality could not, Gustavo with the great wisdom of the heart, not hear from him the same inner demand to be listened to every cry and a supportive and benevolent hand to all needy. His sensitivity to every man was known, caring, and enlistment for help beyond his powers were the hallmark of his person. Our Sages say: ‘A likable man who was created in the image’. The love of man was insatiable. Gustavo was able to reveal the image of God in each person, with love and sensitivity, even when the outer envelope weakens the photographer’s glamor. Gustavo knew how to follow the path of the Sages, who gave us the perspective of contemplating man: “He judged all men with merit.” The hallmark of a person’s high spirits is his inner tendency to emerge from his personal personal experience and to be a genuine partner in the joy and suffering of the other. I was thrilled in my conversations with him to what extent the tribulations of the many, the distress of the individuals, separated his soul and influenced him to give unlimited and inhibited. It is difficult to describe the sense of disappointment and frustration of me and of other members who, only after leaving us, were exposed to new discoveries for us, spaces of interest and action that enriched his life and contributed so much to his varied and diverse circles of environment. Familiar with the family, after the great disaster, I learned to know its roots, from where it derived its special temperament, its wonderful sensitivity and noble modesty. Gustavo will forever remain engraved in my heart as a symbol of giving and love, which he can love in the eyes of God and man. “Gustavo’s friends write:” Gustavo, the sadness is incomprehensible. Until a few days ago you were a big part of our lives, our daily lives, our dreams, our loves and our disappointments. You are reminded of the person you were, a smiling man, radiating infinite warmth, loving, giving of himself. You believed in your own way, you went to the end without compromise. We’re proud of you for that. You were an unconditional friend, always with us when we needed you, willing to accept without criticism and without judging. You were a person with tremendous ability to listen, to support, to give and to love. We can only smile when we remember you, remembering the sensitive, confused, forgetful, generous, and special person you were. You will always be with us in memories. It will always be a part of our lives. “From the words written by Gustavo’s friends from Eitanim Hospital:” Dear Gustavo, ‘If the sun rises and every morning is new … if the wave rolls from laughter to heaven …’ These were lines from the song “Smiles, Which you have loved to sing lately. The morning we learned of your death, the sun rose as usual, but the morning was black. We debated whether to write a eulogy because, as we knew you, you would probably laugh at us for it and say it was hysterical. But still, you can not part from you, you, who have lived so much life, suddenly cut off. We got to know you when you came to work at Atanim and at the station. Very quickly the relationship with you evolved into something close, personal, and warmHugging. We enjoyed sharing wonderful moments with you, singing, dancing, drinking half-dry sherry, and mostly talking. … It seems like you’re still here, and we talk to you, as we always did. Just a week ago we talked about you having a lot more to give in the professional field, music and poetry. We are here sitting and many because of you, with which of us actually decided to go to the film “Speak to her.” In your own way, you tried to give each of us the feeling that she was special and unique to you. You wanted to give so much of you, to love everyone and give them exactly what they needed. You obviously loved us, and let us love you back. You knew how to accept love and made your stay in your half enjoyable. We remember moments when it was hard to say good-bye, because just as we were about to do that, you took out another Winston Lite and poured a last glass of red wine and again we all sat with you and heard another story of yours starting with ‘Listen to what it was,’ fascinated by you, Laughter. This was our way of all of us to enjoy just a little more of each other. And now, again, it is hard to part. This time, however, we weep with sadness and pain alternating with memories so fresh and expensive that it is still funny as if you were here. It’s hard to let go and let you go. We try to write but without success. It’s hard to find the right words to describe the feelings that have no words. Some symbolic words from the song “Psalm to David.” It was the last song we sang together on Saturday night before we parted and you insisted on singing it at the tempo of Samba: “Even if I walk in the valley of the shadow of death I will not fear evil,
