Tuval, Ithiel

Son of Eina and Sa’adia was born on November 27, 1966 in the Sharon Hospital and grew up in Ramat Gan. Ithiel absorbed values ​​in the home of his parents and grandmothers, members of a family from Yugoslavia who was active in the Zionist movement there, and in public affairs in Israel. His father is a university professor, and his mother is a high school teacher. He was the eldest son of his family; His twin brothers Amitai and Yonatan are younger than him. Ithiel went to kindergarten in the United States when his parents stayed there during a sabbatical year. Ithiel began his first grade at the Ora school in Ramat Gan, and after six months moved to the Nitzanim school. Even at a tender age he had many talents, but most of all he was attracted to painting. As a young boy, Ithiel was very impressed by his visits to nature, and he liked to paint landscapes and birds with talent that amazed all seers. When he was 10 years old, Ithiel’s interest was in the arms of the world. He has been a member of the Institute for the Advancement of Art and Science Youth at the Israel Museum for many years. He played with great sensitivity on the piano and at that age aspired to be an architect. After his death, Dr. Erika Landau, director of the institute, wrote about him: “He is remembered as a curly, curly, bespectacled child with a charming smile. His answers were astonishing in their clarity and ripeness. His thinking was clear and reasonable. “The teachers at the Institute assessed Ithiel:” Very original thinking … An approach that deals with problem solving and socially is very acceptable. “Dr. Landau continued:” Reading was his favorite occupation, only a more loving one. She was original, flexible and full of humor … There are no words for consolation, the waste of so much grace, beauty and talent is very painful. ” He did high school at the Ohel Shem school in Ramat Gan (except for his 10th grade in the United States). He studied in the real world and passed his matriculation exams. He was a good and responsible student, helping his friends, and pointing only when he thought his contribution was important. When Ithiel spoke, the class quieted; Everyone knew there was something to hear. He had clear moral principles, and solid political views. He was not a great athlete, and the children preferred him as a judge and a posek. His school friends and teachers remember him as a gentle, quiet, sharp-witted and knowledgeable child. A classmate wrote: “Everyone likes him because of his easy nature … In most of his classes he was silent, but I always knew that as soon as Ithiel raised his hand and wanted to talk, it was worth hearing …” His classmate wrote: “A quiet, disciplined person … but humor is not lacking at all.” One of the teachers wrote about him: “I was privileged to be a teacher of Itai’s … They are taking a test … Everyone is crowded around the teacher … Itai is standing on the side, quiet and calm, the smile does not leave his lips … After the lesson, during those long walks in the long hallway with the noise of the intermission, Itai’s soothing, calm voice revealed to me all the sides of the lesson I had given. “If teachers dream of exemplary students, students who have the profession of teaching are among the wonderful professions, they dream of students like me …” In the few months left between high school and military service, Ithiel fulfilled one of his dreams and worked in an architect’s office. Every morning he would be enthusiastic, and fit into the various jobs of the office. Going to a combat unit was obvious to Ithiel. To her parents she looked threatening to a sensitive, gentle, polite boy like Ithiel. He was drafted on February 7, 1985. Ithiel was able to tell him when he came to vacation on the almond trees blooming beyond the barbed wire fence of the basic training camp, and the impressive sunset he had seen during the stretcher journey. Exactly one month after his enlistment, on the 14th of Adar 5745 (7).3.1985) Ithiel fell during his service. He was laid to rest in the military cemetery in Kiryat Shaul