Ben Olga and Nissim was born on August 23, 1982 in the city of Andijan, Uzbekistan, the eldest brother of his two young sisters Mazal and Natalie, who loved his family, always helped his friends and was loved by everyone. March 1991, when he was 9 years old, immigrated to Israel with his family, who settled in Dimona Alex began his fourth year at the Revivim Elementary School, continued in the junior high school “Alon” and completed his studies in 2001 in the electricity track at the ” S. Lehman. Alex trained at the age of 13 in Judo and won several championships. He showed great interest in art, painting, and music of all kinds, and learned to play guitar at the conservatory. During his spare time, he worked at the Hyperneto and at the waitress in a banquet hall. On weekends he worked in the banquet hall and at the disco. A love nestled between Alex and Christina, who had been his girlfriend for four years. Christina wrote to him: “Dear Alex and loving, I have been with you for four years … You are a special and charming person, a special friend like in the movies … A platonic friendship has become such a passionate, warm and good love … We have long known each other and refused quite a bit until I agreed at the party. My only thing is that you are the only one in your heart, you are the greatest joy, only you love the most, I want you only to hug me warmly, to pamper you and to love you forever. You are the light for me in life, so soft, caring and so pleasant, sick of your body and the beauty of you, “In August 2001 he joined the IDF and after completing basic training at Zikim, he underwent an electrician training course at Training Base 20 and was assigned to the Ordnance Corps in the 500th Brigade. In February 2003, Alex was assigned to Battalion 433 (Music was the whole world of Alex on May 1, 2004), he went out with his friends to spend time in Be’er Sheva and suddenly, in the middle of the dance, collapsed and died, and he is twenty-two years old. Three months before his release, Sgt. Alex Yusupov was laid to rest in the military cemetery in Dimona, leaving behind his parents and two sisters, his sister Mazal, writing: “Alex, dear brother, I feel emptiness inside my eyes. You left me without mercy and your laughs, they are missing. What shall I do without you brother? Stay forever in my heart! Alex, my brother, I will always remember you because you are the only one. “His sister, Natalie Josephov, writes:” You left us Alex / We were stunned and we were hurt / We embraced you / And now you are not alive / The pain remains in our hearts / Watching us nights and days / We are down here in the experiences you remember / The parents miss and so do I / I want you back because you are unique / Why? Why does God break everything? Why did he let us ask? Why did he take you? Are You Up Angel /? The spirit on our faces is blowing / feeling that next to me you are sitting / myself I ask again / why did you take it and no other? / These questions have no answers, but no matter where you are / you are in my thoughts. “His aunt, Tanya, writes: To this world, you left me completely, it’s hard for me to think you will not come back. I do not feel my child, who gave love and hug, a boy who was happy for years, suddenly disappeared from life. I loved you very much, you were very important to me. In your heart you will remain deep and for life. Alex, you’re missing a lot of secrets, talk and hugs. When you came home you would give a lot of light and joy. No one will replace you, in my heart you and only you will stay deep. The heart cries but hurts more. Excuse me for not helping you in time and I did not know what you were going through, I did not notice you need help. Now all that remains is remembering and cryingThe special faces from the pictures you left, and hear the music you recorded. “My cousin, my brother, forever, I loved you very much … I miss you … All I have to do is cry and look at your beautiful pictures, and remember how you laughed How did you teach me all kinds of important things in life, and how did we fight? When you were in the army I missed you very much, and every day I waited for you to come back. “I loved you very much, you were like a brother to me. I always looked at you from the side and said what a good boy you are … sensitive, caring and considerate … I really want to have the same qualities as yours. You taught me a lot in life. I know you loved music very much, and you always came to my house and said to me: ‘I brought new songs to burn,’ and we would always sit together for hours on the computer and burn songs. Now that I’m sitting alone on the computer I can not help thinking about you. Every weekend I wait for you to come back from the army and you do not come back, and it hurts me a lot and I’m bored. Now I just have to think about you and remember the good times we had together, and it’s all very hard for me because I loved you. “In the end, you know …” Inessa, the sister of Alex’s girlfriend Cristina, writes: “Alex, I met you four years ago and immediately hooked up with you. You were like a brother to me, with you I loved to do a lot of things together to play, laugh, fight and sing. You were my friend but now you are missing, you went suddenly and his son remained empty. As time passes by, we feel more. I have so many things to say to you, my dear friend, and all that is left is to look at the pictures and remember all the experiences we have experienced together. If only you knew how much you were missing and how much we missed you more and more. “Diana Hajaj writes:” We all ask the same question: How does such a terrible thing happen? A twenty-one-year-old boy who starts life, always looks healthy with a charming smile on his face … When you arrived at the battalion, I took you to the company, we talked and met, we served together for a year and a half. Every Sunday when we went back to the base you would go into the room, first you would hear songs, and get excited every week from a disc you bought or a new song that came out and asks us to listen and then arrange the clothes in a closet that will not wrinkle. Every evening we would sit outside and tell us how the day went by, talking about life during the army and civilian life. In any situation you would laugh even if we were arguing and many about nonsense, jokes you would tell us and about the family and friends you love. At a battalion meeting three months ago, we met for the last time, we told us what happened last year, and what will happen in another six months, when you are released, you planned to do many things that unfortunately will not last forever. Dear friend, Have you gone and left your family and friends alone? All of a sudden, God took you to him. We know that you were good in the world / and you were always happy and happy. You loved to see / / – Music was in your blood. F-Twin in the middle of a collapsed dance and / and to the family and friends about pain you never told. We beat and miss. Michael David writes: “He sits here outside, in the heat, in the humidity, between tears and tears, and tries to understand. Trying and failing. So many things I have to tell you my dear brother, and all that is left is to look at the pictures, remember the experiences and try to continue for you. I look up at God and ask why? Always say you want the best, aYou could not skip it, just a little more to leave it with us, for us. I am angry at you, God, because how could you take such a wonderful flower. “Milena Pinchasov wrote the song” Happy Child “:” Happy Child in a cruel world / Such a beloved child. Where is the child, where did he disappear / left us with tears of blood / Such a beautiful boy went to another world / He went to a much more beautiful world. Do not hurt, child will only forgive / hurt so much / … A disappointed child in a gray world / a child who is hurting him for wrapping the cold / He wants to say that he is with us here / He wants to say that the world is small. Where is the child, he is here next to me / now so close to my heart / He envelops us in warmth and love / And always will be lit Flame / child Do not hurt, a child will only forgive / hurt so much … ” . We want you here to embrace. To smile with a shrunken nose, to laugh and laugh while clapping. Play with the ring on your finger. We can not breathe here, and you do not light our cigarette. You do not call to check that we’re all coming, and it’s precisely to your seven that you do not call hysterically to ask what should be brought. If this is the stage that should say everything, then let us say thank you. You do not really like to get, so just remind you how much you gave. Thank you for always being. Which you always stroked, and you always remembered to say ‘good luck’. Thank you that you always knew to be exactly when necessary, and usually just before we knew we needed to. And thank you for laughing with us and wrapping us in your warmth, the kind you feel from the end of the world. Thank you for loving us. And we? We’re looking for you, sure that it’s all a waste of time, that you’ll soon call to ask if everything is all right, laugh with us and say that this is your most successful traction to this day. We choked on Saturday, a terrible pain. If you knew how much, you’d probably call to ask how you could help. What can we do to start breathing? Love you forever my brother! “.
