Excite and move the return of Eitan and all the hostages alive after two years of darkness. Seeing the hugs of the families at the reunion is a blanket of life after so much anguish. For those of us here, far away, in Argentina, emotion takes the form of a post, a tweet, a message shared on networks. They are glimpses of connection with the reality there and memories that arise in the memory of an upright, fresh Eitanwhen we met at Scholem Aleichem primary school, in Villa Crespo.
We grew up together in that white coat stage and then we continued sharing time in Juniora youth movement of the community that met – and meets – on Saturdays at school. We did all kinds of recreational activities there, soccer and there was also a bit of Jewish education..
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This was the reunion of Eitan Horn with his family
During the holidays they organized camps on the Coast or somewhere else in Greater Buenos Aires, a typical retreat to end the year and strengthen ties: tent, bonfire, more soccer, music and a little nature.
My group was called in Hebrew Omasking (Los Desconfiados, in Spanish) and Eitu’s was Gueonim (Los Sabios), our classic soccer rival. Beating them was like winning the Copa Libertadores at the last minute. Losing was like losing status on our court. That’s how we took it. Classics are classics…
From left to right, Sebi, Eitu, Eze, Fede and Brian in seventh grade.Where we did brotherize with “the wise men” and with other groups was in the Miljama (war, in Hebrew). It was a night game that simulated a war, one of the most anticipated moments for the boys at the camp.in which we «confronted» the coordinators, we had missions and we almost always ended up muddy or with dirt up to our socks. I confess that I was a little scared of the night, the forest, the unfriendly faces that the coordinators made. I hated the game beforehand, but I loved having played it when it was over.
Eitan, as in all that time, did not go unnoticed. Based on his natural grace and personality, he was a leader of his own. He laughed and made people laugh in any circumstance.. Either he wasn’t afraid or he didn’t show it, but he gave it his all.
In those two hours that lasted Miljama We played hand-to-hand combat, we ran across open fields in search of completing the mission and we tried to “escape” from the supposed imaginary attackers. Everything ended in applause and hugs, as if it were a soccer game after the final whistle. The camp continued…
Eitán Horn, reunited with his brothers Iair and Amós.They are those same guys – not so much anymore – with whom we hugged and celebrated this Monday. Remotely, on WhatsApp, on Instagram. The flow of images and information about the state of Eitu was incessant, hopeful and necessary.
By seeing the images of Eitu getting off the helicopter on Israeli ground this Mondaya deep desire arises in me to applaud, to hug, to cry. Sweet tears after so much salt. Eitu is a hero in this story, a hero of resilience and love of life. Hero of faith. Hero for getting out of this on his feet Miljama real, one of the most disgusting and brutal that can be told in recent times. Eitu, your return is a victory for humanity. Welcome home, friend. Life goes on…
