28/12/2025
One day. Four parents. Four stories that I’m still processing.
This week, I guided a team from the Israel Airports Authority through the Gaza Envelope. It was a day of witnessing the unthinkable through the eyes of those who lived it.
At the Nova site, we met Doron Zhurno. He told us about his daughter Karin—a girl who lived for the moment. Even with a broken leg, she spent the party dancing in her wheelchair, refusing to let anything dim her spirit before she was killed in an ambulance.
In Kfar Aza, we sat with Shimon Elkabetz. He shared the story of his daughter Sivan and her partner Naor. They had been together since the 9th grade and were killed together, hiding under a bed in what should have been their sanctuary.
At the Nahal Oz base, we stood with Adva Abramovich, mother of Noam, in the shelter where the observation soldiers were stationed. We ended at the command center with Gili Leibushur, who told us about her daughter Yael. Yael was the voice on the radio that morning, reporting the chaos with a breaking voice until her post was engulfed in flames, all was left are melted observation screens.
Four parents. Four children who won't be coming home.
The most powerful part of the day wasn't just hearing what happened, but hearing their perspectives on life now—the honest truth about how you try to move forward, and the reality of the days when you just can't.
Leading these tours is a heavy responsibility, but it's an honor to help carry these stories forward. 🕯️
