I want to read a piece that I wrote which I believe Nirtzi dictated it to me: I am sitting in front of a personal TV screen om an arnchair with a place to put a coke. I’m watching everyone sitting in my home looking at pictures and telling stories. My mum is a sad story in herself. She looks like she has aged 20 years overnight, walking with difficulty, crying all day. My dad, what a Man, is sitting with a glass of wine telling stories about our dog ‘Simba’ and my brothers every so often both laugh and cry. Ahh what had to happen that I can see them crying, and my poor sister, hasn’t set foot out of her room for the last 4 days. I had no idea how important I was to her. I am watching everyone through my small TV screen, frustrated that I don’t have any means of communicating with them, to explain that all this was just a secret plan of the Government or something like that or something I haven’t yet figured out. It’s strange to sit and watch everyone like on YTV, all the guys sitting at my place, and it’s both funny and sad that I can’t scream out to one of my friends to stop eyeing up my sister because I’m still here to do the interview committee or shout to fat Talek that he should stop stuffing himself with the borekas that they brought for the guests. How is it that suddenly all sorts of people that you weren’t even in touch with are crying, I yell out for her to shut her mouth and stop the tears because I never spoke seriouisly, but no – no reaction they’re on another planet. I shout to Meltzer that I want to screw his sister but instead of telling me that he’ll kill me he stands there helpless not understanding what’s going on around him. My dad doesn’t stop going over the names of my friends like a broken record, Morris, Daklon, Galatzi, Harush and Yonai, he mimics Shpindel even before he met him – what a Man, I’d love to go to Kalman again with him. Zeev and Roi. The best thing that happened to me was that I became a part of their gang over the last 2 years. At home they’re talking about all sorts of ideas for my memorial. Pictures everywhere. One minute silence at the Hapoel football match. Ceremony at school – hang on guys I never realized that I was so important to you! Hey who’s that crying in the entrance is it really her, no it can’t be, Bracha? She sighs – ‘Oh, my Cassanova, why did they take you my beautiful boy’ and I shout at her to prepare a ham omlette but once again no reaction. The only reaction is from some Thai person on this beach who tells me to shut up. Would you believe it a Thai telling ME to shut up – no doubt about it – the end of the world. Everyone around just wandering about bored, some of them in the water some of them reading or playing beach ball. The only ones dressed are those who drowned and they are in shock from that experience which is quite understandable after all. The bummer is that no one is talking to us about what happened, what’s happening or what’s going to happen in the future. There are people here who died a year ago and they are still stuck here. They just throw out a few ideas that this is all based on the film ‘Matrix’ but nothing more than that. I have no idea how I got here, I just remember leaving the club and I remember the oncoming car and then ‘BOOM’ – a strong shot in the arm something like the shot on being conscripted. Slightly dazed, people carrying me and they put a wax doll in my place in the back seat. I don’t remember any more except that I woke up in this wonderful place together with thousands of Israelis of all ages and sexes and a huge variety of dead people. From here, we the dead guys want to send our greetings for a speedy recovery to Harush and that we are crossing our fingers for you Kanushi. Ron Meltzer.