My name is Rotem Reshef. I am 27 years old, and I was in the 2013 cohort of Bronfman. I was supposed to begin a master’s degree in developmental psychology in mid-October, but of course it was put off because of the unexpected war that descended on us on October 7th. On that morning, my Continue Reading »
My name is Noa Bellavita, and I am 23 years old. I grew up on Kibbutz Magen in the Gaza envelope. Later, I moved with my family to Kibbutz Sede Nehemia in the north, next to Kiryat Shmona. Since the war broke out, most of the kibbutzim around us in the Hula Valley have been Continue Reading »
My name is Alma Klemes. I am 25 years old, and I am a student at Bezalel Academy of Arts and Design, studying visual communication. I was born in Moshav Mata and grew up in Jerusalem, where I still live now. The truth is that something happened that I never imagined would happen to me. Continue Reading »
On October 6th, I flew alone, away from Israel, for the first time. I landed in Greece that evening, and the next morning I woke up to the beginning of the war. At first, I tried to disconnect from the news because I was scared to find out what happened, but slowly, I found out Continue Reading »
From the start of the war on the seventh of October, my home, like many homes in Israel, went through a change. Both my parents were enlisted to reserve service in the army, and at home remained the small group of just my two young brothers and I, who were not enlisted. We are very Continue Reading »
Hello, my name is Nurit; I am 27 years old and I live in Jerusalem. I am a facilitator for Amitei Bronfman and a history teacher at a high school, which is partially a boarding school, in Jerusalem. I am also doing a master’s degree in sociology and anthropology. I was a Bronfman Fellow in Continue Reading »
Hi, my name is Alon Jeager, and I live in Jerusalem. When the war started, and we began to hear stories about what happened, I was really in shock, and it was difficult to come to terms with this new reality. I felt like it was not right to continue living normally, and it was Continue Reading »
For the last few weeks, there has been a sense of routine, at least in a technical sense, although everything is still uncertain. I arrange driving lessons, placement tests for the army, and even regular private lessons, and just hope that they will happen, because it is impossible to know what restrictions there will be Continue Reading »
These days, I am doing my best to build a new routine for myself. It is new, because of the war that continues to rage in this land and all the changes the war brings, but it is still a routine, an attempt to get back to normal life and to do what I am Continue Reading »
White owls, burning pick-up trucks. On that night, the white owls flew between sheets of darkness. A faint, isolated scream preceded a wing clap that was the faintest of the faint. On the fence of Kibbutz Magen, shining lights flickered, and there was deafening thunder, even though there was no storm. The world recalculated itself Continue Reading »
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