The eyes of the soldiers at Shivta never leave me. I just wish the state that has allowed itself to take years of their lives, in some cases even their actual lives, were capable of providing them with a bus that would take them home
Last Thursday, I got a phone call from my exhausted daughter, an army officer, as she was on her way home. Seeing her number on the screen was a joy as it had been impossible to speak with her for many days. “I’m on the floor of the bus, on my way to you,” she said.