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Nov. 27th, 2013 12:54 pmI am sitting in the bus; glued to Galgalatzh; listening to Arik songs, in loops. And crying.
Because it's Liz murdered in the School Bus bombing; its Rabin murdered in 1995. It's a childhood of growing up in the shadows if violence; being comfoted by those songs. It's so much of my childhood and young womanhood; and now he is dead. And there's no other like him.
And it's like part of my childhood died.
Because it's Liz murdered in the School Bus bombing; its Rabin murdered in 1995. It's a childhood of growing up in the shadows if violence; being comfoted by those songs. It's so much of my childhood and young womanhood; and now he is dead. And there's no other like him.
And it's like part of my childhood died.
