Ben Mirta and Sergio. He was born on February 12, 1982 in the Carmel Hospital in Haifa. Brother to Tal. When he was two months old, the family moved to Carmiel, and from there, when Yaniv was five years old, they moved to Moshav Avtalion. Two years later they moved again and settled in their final stop – the cooperative moshav Mei Ami. Yaniv attended the “Misgav” elementary school on Kibbutz Givat Haim Ihud and went on to the junior high school and high school at the Hof Hacarmel Comprehensive School on Kibbutz Ma’agan Michael. Throughout his life, both as a child and as an adult, he has always enjoyed a great deal of love – at home, at school, among friends in the moshav and later in the army. From his youth, Yaniv stood out for his curiosity and wide education. “Already as a little boy, he had tremendous general knowledge,” says his mother. “I remember that in the kindergarten they talked about the Holocaust and the teacher told us in great amazement that Yaniv knew everything, and just a day or two earlier, there were broadcasts on the Holocaust on television, and Yaniv sat with us. Yaniv did not stop asking questions and thirstily drank the answers. For years he participated regularly in the Technoda circle in Givat Olga and continued to enrich his knowledge. During high school, he decided to study a large number of subjects – computers, literature, English, history and mathematics – although he had accumulated enough points for the matriculation certificate. For this reason, he was given up on a thesis that had to be prepared in one of the subjects. In the enhanced literature class, Yaniv would have an only son among fourteen girls, but this fact did not bother him. “The important thing is to learn what they really love and Yaniv loved literature and history, a humanist in his soul,” the teacher said. “I learned to know an intelligent, intelligent, sensitive young boy who walks the way he chose with a lot of confidence.” Yaniv loved reading and swallowing books in Hebrew and English. He read the books of Dostoevsky, Nietzsche and Kafka, as well as autobiographies of world leaders. He loved music, especially that of Ehud Banai – and continued to go to all his performances – but also listened to Meir Ariel, Shalom Hanoch, Berry Sakharof and Pink Floyd. There were many CDs and books left in his estate. As an avid sports fan, he used to get up in the middle of the night to watch football matches from the US NFL. Among the foreign football teams, he likened “Real Madrid” and the Israeli teams to “Maccabi Tel Aviv” – both in basketball and soccer. Yaniv, who was educated in a Zionist home, continued on his parents’ path. He was a member of the Hanoar Hatzioni movement and also worked as a counselor in the movement. Being a man of charisma and natural leadership ability, he trailed all those who passed through him. He loved nature and felt connected to the earth; His awareness of issues of the environment and pollution of the Earth was great and he took part in the activities of the “Adam Teva V’Din” association. Born to a mother who immigrated from Argentina and a father who immigrated from Brazil, Yaniv absorbed the culture of South America in his home, and his grilled meat was his favorite food. His family traveled extensively throughout the world and Yaniv visited South Africa, France and the United States. During his high school years, he traveled with a delegation of students to Poland and returned with many impressions. In 2000 he went with his mother on a roots trip and fell in love with South America. Before he was drafted, he managed to travel with a friend to Cyprus. In the middle of November 2000, Yaniv enlisted in the IDF and joined the Nahal Brigade Brigade. He was assigned to a sergeant and served as a sergeant, and he went to Amsterdam, where he went to work as a lifeguard in Kibbutz Alonim and worked in agricultural work. Yaniv loved to get up early in the morning, go to the beach and go back to the hammock, lie down and read a book, and then go trekking and conquer mountains and stripGuth. Yaniv conquered almost all the mountains in South America and experienced all kinds of challenges and activities that he visited – bungee jumping, rafting and much more. The pictures he took showed the happiness that flooded him and the perfection he felt in fulfilling his dream of life. But the highlight of the trip was the encounter in Costa Rica with Shani, and the acquaintance that gave rise to intense love. From the moment they met, the two knew that they were meant for each other and that their connection was perfect. Yaniv testified to his friends that “it was worth traveling to the edge of the world to find her.” Two days before returning to Israel, Yaniv sent Frank Sinatra’s song “My Way” to his parents and all his friends, and added his own words. A few weeks later, the song will have a chilling meaning. Yaniv’s journey to the Americas lasted exactly 365 days. Yaniv returned to the happiest country. He began to work, spent time with Shani and planned to move in with her, while studying for the psychometric exam. His plan was to study ecology, and his ambition – to promote solutions to the troubling issue – the melting of glaciers in Argentina. About three months after his return to Israel, the Second Lebanon War broke out. When “Order 8” arrived, he quickly organized and went to reserve duty out of a strong belief in the need to protect the house. His younger brother, Tal, also served in Lebanon, and the two managed to maintain contact through the radio transmitter that connected Tal’s deputy battalion commander to Yaniv’s company commander. Yaniv, who was born in the First Lebanon War, was picked up during the Second Lebanon War. On August 13, 2006, Yaniv fell in a battle in the village of Aita al-Shaab in south-eastern Lebanon. The unit’s commander, Lieutenant Colonel Shai, described the chain of events: “During a brigade battle to capture the village of Aita Sha’ab, Yaniv was involved in an ambush that was intended to monitor the village and its branches. “The battalion doctor began treating CPR and stabilizing Yaniv’s condition, when a second missile hit the spot where they were staying, hurled the doctor and injured him.” When the doctor returned to Yaniv, he was no longer alive. Yaniv was twenty-four years old when he fell. He was brought to eternal rest in the cemetery in Moshav Mei Ami. Survived by parents and brother. After his fall he was promoted to the rank of sergeant. On his grave were engraved the words “child nature, with an eternal smile.” “My brother, my older brother, my only brother, how did you go to me now, that I need you so much, you are the flesh of my flesh, you and I are one, and when you went, part of me went with you, To see you, and you’re not here anymore, and now all I have left is to be strong, for Mom and Dad, when you were called up for reserve duty, you did not complain or complain, you were the first to arrive, you believed on the way, and that’s my little consolation. Always, as befits a big brother, loves to win and waiting for you to come back … little brother. ” The extended family eulogized Yaniv: “Victor Hugo said, ‘Only a step separates the joy from the sorrow.'” The moment when we were informed of your death, he walked, is the transition between joy and sorrow, the sharp pain, the crying heart. We are all in a dream, a dream of horrors: ‘There are no victors in the war, and it does not matter which side claims that he has won, and that he will not be victorious, There are only vanquished. “You lost this war, lost the most precious thing.” Amir wrote: “… We are the generation that was born in the First Lebanon War and is mourning a beloved friend in the Second Lebanon War … I want to express a wish that we will be the generation that will succeed where our predecessors failed.. In a country where parents do not need to bury their sons, in a country where twenty-something children do not have to cry for the death of their best friends. Where sanity is not a temporary matter. … I love you, and I am waiting for you to come back. “On 3 September 2006, the opening day of the 2007 school year, a ceremony was held for the four graduates of the Hof Hacarmel joint school. Yaniv’s father, Sergio, read out: “… It’s been 21 days since you sacrificed yourself for the house you loved so much.” Since that Sunday, August 13, the climax of a cheerful and promising summer, I, Mum and Tal From a deep pit of grief and pain I lift my head, look out and see your loving mother, Tal, your wonderful and proud brother, I see the dozens of your friends who miss you, who come to strengthen us. Comes to life without you, flesh and blood, comes to life with memories of you flooding me, memories of the curiosity and thirst for the knowledge you have developed since you were a little boy, for your comfortable childhood, for your full and famous smile. And a tangible memory of your last strong hug, less than a month ago, dear son, in our lives, parents, teachers, commanders and managers are supposed to be a model, that’s how you should be. The students and teachers here at your school are asking: You were a model for those around you, and secondly, when you get home today, hug your father and mother with a strong, loving and loving hug … Dear son, you saw the world and smiled at it … You gave us and the world 24 years of happiness And glad and thank you so! “When you say Yaniv, a picture emerges of a smile that is magical and shy, eyes that give rise to a simple and genuine human warmth, innocence and a touch of mischief,” says Rotem Guber, Yaniv’s educator. Miniv flowed real love and he was rewarded back in full doses. … Sensitivity was a prominent feature, especially sensitivity in human relations. With a rare intuition for his age he could read the hearts of those around him, boys his age and adults. Yaniv was one of the kind of boys whose leadership is inherent in them so naturally. He had charisma that radiated on all of us, all modestly and modestly, with no trace of power and machismo. Yaniv was free from any pose. What we saw and knew was what happened. And it also had an extraordinary balance for adolescence. The sight of an adult mingled with the playfulness of a youthful age, an unending optimism. Just be happy. … I called him ‘the lieutenant of God’, and if there is such a thing as God, then as any good lieutenant will help him to do some order. In his condolence letter to the bereaved family, Lt. Col. Shai, the unit’s commander, wrote: “Yaniv’s commanders say that he was an excellent fighter, a smart guy with broad knowledge in every field, a professional, a very valiant soldier and devoted to his friends. Yaniv is the kind of soldier that every commander would like to have next to him, because of that he was chosen to be the deputy commander of the squad at such early stages of reserve service in the battalion. Yaniv was a soldier with a natural leadership who could carry the soldiers behind him. Yaniv is an exemplary example of the best soldiers. “Lior wrote to the medic:” You gave me an unsafe feeling of security. I knew that if you were there, it would be all right. You were like a mental shield and you did not even know … … A reddish boy, looking ashamed, looking into your eyes and knowing there is, I have a guard. … God wanted me to be the one who sees your last breath. I’ve seen her so much, and since then I’ve seen her in front of me every day… Clean, pure breath, white, hair a little devilish brown, red cheeks, you … “Many articles published in print and electronic mediaWill illuminate the image of Yaniv. Two of the major articles were published in the “Belev Ahad” magazine of the Yad Lebanim organization and in the local newspaper “Hof Hacarmel”. On the cliff overlooking the Mediterranean Sea from a height of 500 meters, at the edge of Moshav Mi-Ami, Yaniv’s parents set up Mitzpeh in his memory. “It was important to us that the place merge with the nature that Yaniv loved so much,” they said. “In front of this amazing landscape, we arranged a place for a bonfire with large stones around it, a pergola for observation and a path that will begin with a stone with a picture of Yaniv and lyrics of Frank Sinatra’s” My Way. “This is a song he loved very much, From the trip to South America, Yaniv felt that he had fulfilled a dream … “The words” loved man and lived the land “were written on the stone. Yaniv’s friends wrote and composed a song in his memory.
