Just when you thought you saw all the pictures 50x over, all the videos and soundbytes 45x over, you always stumble across a picture never before seen, and then.. tingling insecurity runs into your fingertips. Then you look on the date, and you realize it was only a day before he was killed. and you stare a little closer- because it’s so sad to see a picture. because you’ve lived on and you are reminded which part of you died along with him.
in that moment that it was taken, no one knew what would happen. and now we are in the future and the story has played itself out, the nightfall, the palestinian taxi car driver, the bullets fired. the sadness..
but that moment- in THAT moment this picture was taken. that was Tsiki’s present, before it all went wrong. At that moment, there was no April 25. There was no in 7 hours you’ll be dead. All there was was University,mountain biking, rock climbing, friends and family.. and text messaging, and the future. Now, this picture is only a piece of the past.
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