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    Personal stories Avner Horowitz
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    Avner Horowitz

    Tel-Aviv

    Several years ago, during a CFP workshop, a Palestinian friend told Avner about an event which had happened to him:

    Sitting in a shop inn Tul karem, a friend waved him from a passing car. At the same moment – a loud explosion was heard.  The car caught fire and the friend who had just waved was killed in ‘targeted killing’ from an IDF helicopter.

    The story simulated in Horwitz familiar feeling.

    He knew the other version. In 1990, his parents were on a trip to in Egypt. Near Ismailia  a car overtook the bus they were traveling in,  and opened fire at it, one grenade exploded under his father. His mother managed to drag him out, to watch him breathing his last breath. Two days later, she brought the body of which she defined “a good person” back to Israel.

    Avner’s father was indeed a good man. A left-wing in consciousness, an urban planner by profession. He worked alongside Ariel Sharon in locating new settlement points. At the same time, he went to study Arabic with the belief that one needs to know the language of his neighbor.

    Within this duality Avner was growing, until he could not anymore. After his father’s death he ceased to go to Memorial Day ceremonies, unable to continue to see the wars as a divine destiny. He also had the feeling that his father’s death has been improperly used.

    It was only when participating the Israeli-Palestinian memorial day for the first time that Avner was relieved. “I could breathe again” so he described the sensation and consciousness that things can be different. He found comfort in the understanding that life can become a lever of change and growth.

    In Tel Aviv-Nablus group of CFP, he found himself next to other beavered people, and beside former fighters who believe and share his own goals and who wish to release the two sides from the yoke of the conflict.

    It is there that he told his personal story for the first time. “The hand that pressed the trigger shot the helicopter that killed the Palestinian colleague’s friend and hand throwing the grenade that killed the father – are a reflection of each other,” says Avner the feeling. Death is the responsibility of both parties, as well as prospects for peace.

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