Reference :
V-P-IL-E-03244
Date :
18/02/2019
Caption :
Tel-Aviv. This woman lost her two brothers on the same day in the Yom Kippur war.
Confidentiality level :
public
Publication restrictions :
publication without restrictions
Description :
ICRC web site, article of 28.05.2019: Time does not heal the wound - it teaches you to live with it
Losing someone you love is the worst nightmare every human being dreads. When you lose a loved one to conflict and violence, there is more than pain. There is anger and frustration. There is trying to make sense of a senseless loss, that leaves a gaping hole in your heart for the rest of your life.
For several decades, the Israeli-Palestinian conflict has been wreaking havoc in people’s lives. Members of the Parents Circle, an Israeli-Palestinian organisation of families, who have lost a family member to the ongoing conflict, share their stories of grief hoping that no other family has to live the horror they have been through.
"I usually say to people that I have two older brothers: Pinki is twenty-three, Yair is nineteen and I am sixteen. They protected and pampered me and were a source of pride and security for me. Fragments of childhood memories keep emerging, and they warm my heart. I remember how, as a child, I tried to ride a bicycle, unsuccessfully tough. I gave up after a few attempts, but Pinki realised how much confidence and freedom this skill would grant, and he wouldn´t give up. He devoted his time to teach me, ran behind my bike, watched over me and encouraged me until I succeeded.
I remember when Yair and I got presents from our aunt and uncle in the U.S when I was a young girl. I got two pairs of fashionable and fancy trousers, and Yair got two pairs of jeans which were then, in Israel of the early seventies, very sought after and rarely found. Yair saw how much I wanted a pair of jeans like his, and without hesitation offered me to choose one pair and have it altered to fit me. I have had many pairs of jeans since then, but none so cherished and loved like that one.
Pinki and Yair, my two beloved brothers, were both killed on the same day in the Yom Kippur war. I was sixteen at the time. The world stopped for me and my parents. My childhood ended that day. I tried to keep strong for my parents. And they tried to keep strong for me.
I never managed to come to terms with what happened. I carry this pain in my heart all the time.
This loss has changed the path of my life. I miss them terribly and often try to imagine how life would be if they were still here", she tells.
Resolution :
5422x3615
Orientation :
landscape
Colour/B&W :
black and white
