Tal Siton Life Story Tal, the second son of Hannah and Yitzhak Siton, brother to Lior, Noa, and Ran, was born and raised in Hod Hasharon. He was a vibrant, significant figure as a basketball player for Maccabi Hod Hasharon, in neighborhood football matches, in outings and leisure activities, in studies, alone and with friends, in moments of joy. He completed his studies at Mosenson High School in 1993 and enlisted in the army. He served in the Kfir Brigade in Lebanon (Golani) as a sergeant in the "Good Fence" Zone in Metula. Following the Oslo Accords, he served in the Coordination Unit with the Palestinian Authority. Tal earned a bachelor's degree in computer science from the College of Management Academic Studies in Rishon LeZion and worked in development and managerial roles in various startups and tech companies. He married Einat in 2009 and brought into the world his beloved daughters, Zoey and Gaia, to whom he was a loving and devoted father until the end. Tal was bold, strong, assertive, bursting with self-confidence and charisma, full of zest for life and friends. He was a shining personality with a unique mind; he was an entrepreneur at heart, a dreamer of technological and creative dreams. Tal was worldly man drawn to far-away and exotic destinations. Wherever he went, he absorbed the local energy, culture, and wisdom, embedding them into the art he created, with a talent for painting inherited from his mother, Hannah. In the past year, his nature as a devoted and loving son was particularly evident when he stepped up to care for his parents when they needed him. On the eve of Simchat Torah, Tal and his parents, Hannah and Yitzhak, were together with Pessi and her children, as in every year, were at Kibbutz Bari. The family gathered for the traditional Friday night meal, dancing and singing together in the family dining room. The next day, on Saturday, the 7th of October, at 6:30 in the morning, amidst the blare of sirens, they sought refuge in the shelter. According to testimonies, his father, Yitzhak, attempted to block the terrorists with his body alongside Tal, but both were shot and killed on the spot. Tal was injured in the leg and left wounded and bleeding as the terrorists rounded up more people from neighboring houses. For hours, a battle raged between a large force of terrorists and the IDF and border police units. Toward evening, tank shells were fired at the house. Out of the fourteen residents of the kibbutz, only two women survived to recount the final moments. Tal loved life, and life loved him back. He loved freedom, loved to dream, was a philosopher at heart seeking answers. He was a fascinating conversationalist who made a career out of the "art of debate," known for his exceptional persuasive skills, always with a smile and a twinkle in his eye. Wherever he went, he stayed true to himself, spoke from the heart, and had an exceptional influence on those around him, especially his family—his parents, siblings, and daughters—for whom he was particularly meaningful. The sentences he uttered remained in their memory for years, shaping the way they understood the nature of the world. In one of his deep soul-searching conversations with his sister Noa, Tal explained his view of life: "Life is simply a performance - we're all sitting in the auditorium, watching, and as the show gets more intense, even scary, we move closer to the edge of our seats, waiting to see what happens next. As the tension rises, the catharsis becomes stronger, and our enjoyment is more complete." "And what happens in the end?" asked Noa. "Oh, that's the best part - we just die and go home." That was Tal - he understood life, stayed true to himself, and simply enjoyed the show. He was 49 at his death. May his memory be a blessing Back 20.04.1974 - 07.10.2023 49 years old (Pesi Cohen's nephew)

Hana Kritzman Life Story “After a person is gone, what remains of him? Not his possessions, not his wealth, but his story, whether he wrote or told it. And my story I now present to you,” wrote Hana Kritzman in the opening of the book she penned in recent years describing her family’s history and her own as well. Her writing abounds in sensitivity, humor and wisdom, all of which also characterized Hana, the active, loving, lively woman with a zeal for life throughout her eighty-eight years. On March 27, 1935, a baby girl named Hana was born in Warsaw, Poland, the daughter of Simcha and Hadassah Gutsdiener. Her young father sensed the winds of antisemitism blowing and decided to set out for Eretz Yisrael. After having found a job and a room in an apartment for his family, he greeted his wife and baby daughter as they descended the ship in Jaffa port. Hana recounts, “My mother wondered, ‘What will my love bring me when we meet? A flower? Jewelry?’ And Father presented her with….an orange! This fruit was so expensive and rare in Poland that it was a truly romantic gift in my mother’s eyes.” As a child, although Hana excelled in sports and the long jump, it was the stories that she read and wrote that transported her to the most distant and magical realms. She entertained her younger siblings Yaffa, David, Tzvia and Sara for hours on end as she read and acted for them. Her teacher would read Hana’s compositions to the class in the Yechieli School in Neve Tzedek. When Hana turned fifteen, a bold new world called “fulfillment” (hagshama ) became revealed to her through her activities in the HaNoar HaOved Zionist Youth Movement. The rumor that the Hagshama Movement was seeking youth to pioneer and settle a new kibbutz being founded not far from Gaza called “Be'eri” excited her tremendously. As Hana wrote, “At those very moments, I forgot that I’m the eldest daughter with the burden of the house upon my shoulders. I could only see my dreams and desires, to fulfill and establish my nation.” But Hana did not speak to her parents of her dreams for the future. “Mom, you didn’t understand me,” Hana writes. “I want to go to the kibbutz now with my friends! We will live together, work, eat and share everything for the success of the kibbutz.” Her father ended the discussion: “Over my dead body are you going to the kibbutz! If you go, I will not allow you to return to this home.” Despite the threat, Hana packed a small bag in the dead of night. Together with two of her friends from the youth movement, she boarded a bus headed south. Reaching Kibbutz Sa’ad, the small band of youth decided to continue their journey to Be'eri on foot. When they were warned of the presence of fedayun (terrorists) in the area, they were equipped with guns. “Two fourteen-year-old boys,” writes Hana. “Without knowing if they even know how to shoot, I’m following them, feeling enormously secure. I’m accompanied by two armed men!” When they caught their first glimpse of Kibbutz Be’eri, Hana writes, “In the distance we could see a small campfire with several young people sitting around it and singing. Sometimes people now ask me, Hana, aren’t you afraid of kassam rocket attacks?’ I reply, ‘If you had seen that campfire, you would know that no kassam can move us from here.’” Hana worked in several branches of the kibbutz, describing them in long letters to her mother. She told of the vegetable garden, her work in the dairy farm, of the sole alarm clock on the kibbutz which she was given, of the common living quarters in tents, of the very difficult, yet very rewarding work. One day, her father appeared at the kibbutz gate together with her brother. It turns out that her mother had read him all the letters Hana had written, and he now broke his long silence with a fierce hug. When Simcha died at the age of 87, he requested to be buried in the kibbutz earth. Hana writes, “And perhaps in his request to be buried here, he wished to ask my forgiveness. Not forgiveness in words, but in an act that demonstrates that he will remain in Be'eri for eternity….My mother was buried at his side.” After this city girl had settled into the kibbutz, a new fellow appeared in her life. Tzvi Kritzman, “Tziki.” “I didn’t think I had any chance with him. He was quite handsome. There were girls who looked like beauty queens, and those who were great dancers. I was very shy, and unlike those girls, I didn’t even try to compete for him. Maybe that’s the reason he chose me! A girl has to show some apathy around a guy and not get too excited. He was my first boyfriend. The very act of holding hands seemed tempestuous to me!” Hana received two proposals of marriage. The first was not romantic enough to her liking, nor terribly inspiring, but as she wrote, “The guy that I loved proposed marriage, that’s the main thing!” And yet, on Hana’s 80thbirthday, Tziki surprised her with a ring and even recorded a love song for her. “So, what could I say? We already have four children!” Hana and Tziki’s first-born son, Tzafrir, was followed by Zohar, Noga and Ziv. But Hana was not only the mother of her children, and not only the grandmother of her grandchildren (Amit, Stav, Lior, Omer, Yotam, Sahar, Paz, Ido, Arad, Dotan, Yael, and Noam) and of her great-grandchildren (Yonatan, Itamar, Guy, Adam, Be'eri, Romi, Yarden, Ben, Neta, and Ohr). Hana raised, educated and nurtured many more children as a nanny, a kindergarten teacher, and a teacher. These children became parents of children and grandchildren who also listened to Hana’s stories with sparkling eyes, loved her and wanted to be near the woman who loved children with all her heart, who knew how to calm and hug. In Hana’s words, "Educate just a little, and most importantly, do not interfere with a child’s growth." How do you do that? In Hana's eyes, this was not complicated: Do not say “no,” “don't,” “if,” or “that’s not allowed.” You don’t tell a child, ‘If you do X, then you will get…" Instead, say: "If you do this quickly, we’ll have enough time to do something else!" There is no problem or sadness that cannot be solved by a story. The child doesn’t want to sit? No need to get excited. A child can also move around!" Establishing Kibbutz Be'eri’s library was truly Hana Kritzman’s life work. She sorted the books, and personally designed the library’s very special, inviting interior. There she held Story Hours and acted out stories for her rapt audience. In time, the library became a bustling cultural center for parents and “graduates” to attend lectures, events, and meet-the-author sessions. Hana later became the cultural director in the kibbutz movement, travelling daily to and from Tel Aviv by car. She was a teacher and a grandmother who loved to entertain all her grandchildren, organizing summer day camps - renowned across Israel - for the children and their friends. Hana was affectionately called “Chaneleh” by all, a nickname that perhaps also indicates her kibbutz roots, but chiefly the love, admiration and closeness felt by all who took part in her life’s journey. Many saw Hana as family. She was a mother for all and a grandmother for all, but in her own family – nuclear and extended – she was the head of the tribe, the activator, the one who brought cheer, the magnet that connected everyone to each other, the writer who connects all the stories into one. On Saturday, October 7, Hana, Avigail the caregiver, and Tziki were in their home. During the early-morning rescue by the IDF, as they sat in their handicapped vehicles, they were shot. Tziki and Hana were injured. They were evacuated to Meir Hospital, where Hana fought for her life. At that very moment, just two floors below, Hana’s tenth great-grandchild was born, the son of her grandson Lior. Although anesthetized and ventilated, when Hana was told the good news, the indicators jumped. This infant entered the world with the name Ohr (“light”). In her book, Hana wrote, “I love my family so very dearly that if God forbid my day will come, I will miss them very much. When the day comes, I ask that it happen painlessly, quickly, when I am in my home.” Hana Kritzman died on October 21, 2023, at the age of eighty-eight. May her memory be blessed. Back 27.03.1935 - 21.10.2023 88 years old

Liel Hetzroni Life Story Liel was born in the spring of 2011, together with her twin brother, Yanai. Their overjoyed mother had only a few hours to enjoy them before her medical condition took a turn for the worse. Tragically, she was not adequately treated at the time and was rendered incapable of taking care of the twins. The Hetzroni family pooled their resources and created a new and complex family unit around the children: Ayala (Aylus) was the great-aunt who took on the role of mother; Ayala's father was both grandfather and father; the uncles and aunts were everything they could have wished for – a loving, extended family that was both supportive and enabling. Liel grew up surrounded by love. Perhaps due to the special circumstances of her life, she was both mature for her years and also childish. She was a strong, resilient child, but she also harbored fears which she battled with bravery and honesty. Only those closest to her knew about her fears. Aylus was very close to her. They looked out for each other. Aylus protected Liel, and Liel looked out for Aylus, who suffered a cardiac arrest a few years ago. She had a special relationship with Yanai, her twin brother – love and togetherness and also arguments and reconciliations, some small, others bigger - like typical twins. Every day they went out together in Grandpa Avia’s mobility scooter, visiting Grandma Eva and Shira, their mother. Liel also had a special connection with Eyal, her cousin. When she was little, Liel wanted to do everything that Eyal did: eat what she ate and dress like her. When she got a little older, she loved going with Eyal to the beach and eating at McDonald’s on Saturdays. When she wanted something, she knew how to persist in getting it. Liel was part of a group known as Lilach (Lilac), which consisted of 6 boys and 12 girls. She had two nicknames – the main one was Looly, but she also shared a nickname with her twin brother: Hetzbooki and Hetzbooka, derived from their surname, Hetzroni. She did not much care for studying, but in the classroom, she had a dominant and significant presence, with incredible energy that adults sometimes had to rein in. Despite this, she was sociable and sensitive to those around her – both children and adults. Liel blossomed outside of the classroom and school grounds, with her sensitivity and love of other children, with her creativity and the love she gave to everyone. Dror told how “Liel taught me many things”. Omri, Michal and the children came to spend Shabbat on the kibbutz, it became her excuse to squeeze from Aylus an extra day off from school so that she could spend time with Arbel and Ma’ayan. This is how she managed to get Aylus to deviate from their agreement that she would only miss school every other Friday. Her classmates describe a lovely girl who enjoyed hanging out with her girlfriends, baking and cooking. She was goofy; she had a big, heart that was pure and innocent. She was the kind of girl who knew how to organize things and get them done, both in the classroom and outside of it. She was a drama queen, and even when she got really mad she never held a grudge and always forgave. She was a girl with a big laugh, who was forgiven for almost everything, who knew how to encourage her friends in tough moments, and to make sure her friends were happy, even when she herself did not feel good. Liel had all kinds of dreams. She deliberated whether to become a cosmetician, singer or pastry chef. In the meanwhile, like many of her generation, she was active on Instagram and also expressed herself freely through painting, drama and art. In grade six, Liel and her classmates began working in the petting zoo of the kibbutz. In addition, Liel began working in the local kindergarten, Gan Tamar, where she proved herself to be as mature as the grownups working there. When school broke for the summer, Liel and Yanai appeared in the end of year show, and were very excited to be part of it. They rehearsed in Sagi and Efrat Shifroni’s house, and everyone said how proud and happy they were. This year, Liel was supposed to begin the bat-mitzvah year of her class. She was so excited by this that she had already made sure her uncles and aunts and other relatives would come on the appointed date. Sagi says that she had learned to tie a Square Knot and that she had returned home and demonstrated animatedly with her hands. Liel was honest and straightforward about herself. On many occasions she said she wasn’t good at certain things, but she overcame this, she insisted on trying again, and was overjoyed and proud when she succeeded. Liel will not be celebrating her bat mitzvah. Her class will no longer have 6 boys and 12 girls in it, as they did at the ceremony held at the beginning of the school year… Liel was murdered on that Shabbat along with her brother, Yanai, and Ayala and Avia – her great-aunt and grandfather – who raised her and her Yanai. May her memory be blessed. Back 6.4.2011 - 07.10.2023 12 years old

Shmulik Weiss Life Story Shmulik’s father immigrated to Israel from Romania, after most of his extended family perished in the Holocaust. Shmulik grew up in a modest home. From a young age he showed a keen interest in cars and other motorized vehicles. He and his friend Shlomo had driven mopeds until Shmulik’s moped was stolen, much to his parents’ relief. Shmulik enlisted in the Nahal paratroopers (his commander was Benny Gantz) and joined the ‘Chai-Ad’ Nahal unit, which settled in Kibbutz Gilgal in the Jordan Valley. It was there that he met Yehudit. They became a couple, married and had their eldest daughter, Hagar. When Hagar was about one year old, Shmulik and Yehudit left Gilgal and moved to Kibbutz Erez, in the northern Negev region of Sha’ar Hanegev. During this period, Asaf was born, and the family was joined by Avishai, Yehudit’s younger brother. Shmulik worked in the fields with the grain crops, but his dream was to work in the garage as a car mechanic. Kibbutz Erez didn’t respond positively to his requests for a transfer, and Shmulik being Shmulik, stubborn, decisive, and very practical, decided to leave. Yehudit was a kindergarten teacher, a highly sought after profession in the kibbutzim, and the family moved to Kibbutz Be’eri. After living on Be’eri for two years as hired employees, they became kibbutz members. As the years went by, Omer, Daniel and Ohad were born. In Be’eri Shmulik’s dream came true, and for many years he worked in and managed the kibbutz garage. He loved his work and was always prepared to drop everything whenever someone needed a repair, or help with anything to do with cars. He instilled his passion for all motor vehicles in his children. When they were young, he put them on quadbikes, then on buggies, and eventually they drove jeeps. Shmulik loved taking things apart and reassembling them, welding, cutting and painting them, and taught his children to do the same. He was a collector of old vehicles that he dreamt of renovating one day when he retired. Shmulik’s scrap heap of old cars was his treasure, and no-one was allowed to touch it. Shmulik was highly inquisitive and enjoyed researching and investigating things. He had many hobbies and pursuits. There was always music playing at full volume in Shmulik and Yehudit’s home. Though he had wanted to learn, he didn’t play any instruments himself, but he collected musical instruments and invested in the most sophisticated audio systems available. There was a piano and other musical instruments in the house, and all of the children were very musical. Shmulik dared to dream, and even if those dreams did not always come true, they did move something in the universe, created fertile ground for things to happen. Often, it was his children who made his dreams turn into reality. He bought a guitar because he wanted to learn to play - and then Asaf started to play it, and Daniel followed on. This was the way many other things started too, like soldering jewelry, baking yeast dough, and making pizza. He had recently wanted to start woodcarving. He was also an excellent photographer, and always had sophisticated photographic equipment. He had a good eye, and quickly became the chief family photographer, so trips are remembered by everyone through Shmulik’s eyes. Shmulik and Yehudit loved the theatre. They had season tickets to the Cameri, Habima and Beit Lessin theatres, and every two to three weeks they went to a play and spent time with friends. When the play was good, they would later buy tickets for the whole family. Shmulik had a huge heart. He was funny, sociable, loved people and animals, loved by everyone who met him, from the very first moment. He was always ready to help, to lend a hand, to volunteer for any task at any time of day or night. Shmulik never said “no”. He never hurt anyone, never raised his voice, knew how to speak eye-to-eye with everyone and did everything to make sure that everyone around him was happy. This was also how he educated his children, to be good people, without many words. Shmulik loved people and knew how to cultivate relationships with family and friends, including friends from his schooldays. He was the “glue” that held people together. The couple belonged to several groups who traveled together on trips within Israel and abroad. The friendships and togetherness were more important to him than the trips themselves. In his youth he went hiking, and then toured the countryside on his quadbike and Jeep. He loved tackling the terrain. In recent years he joined cycling trips in Israel and abroad and had participated with his group of friends in bicycle trips along the Danube and the Rhine. Shmulik was a father and grandfather who was exceptionally involved in the lives of his family. Shmulik and Yehudit were blessed with five grandchildren: Amit, Hadar, Hoshen, Aviv and Kfir. He connected with his grandchildren through their shared activities – playing on the swings, jeep rides, taking them for walks in their strollers until they fell asleep. Yehudit and Shmulik were very much present in their family’s lives, playing central roles, always there to help, offer support and advice on every matter. Shmulik was also a devoted caregiver for his mother, driving her wherever she needed and taking care of her with endless patience. Shmulik and Yehudit’s relationship was full of love, appreciation, respect and acceptance. Shmulik loved to buy her gifts and jewelry - and was as tenderhearted as he was stubborn. Their relationship is an inspiration. They did everything together; it was impossible to separate them. They joined forces to help every friend and family member whenever they were in difficulty, with exceptional dedication. They were a “unit of giving”. Their home was always full of people they took under their wings, warmly and generously – kibbutz employees, female soldiers and others. Shmulik was a “mensch”, honest and direct to the extreme. Authentic, with nothing fake about him. Everyone knew that with Shmulik there was no posturing or pretense. He also didn’t tolerate dishonesty in other people, but if he encountered it, he walked away, without confronting or hurting anyone; he respected everyone. He wasn’t a big talker. He listened without interrupting, without interfering, just listening. He expressed his passions and his personality through movement, short, focused questions and mainly through action. Shmulik was a kibbutznik through and through, and a Zionist in every bone in his body. He believed in settling the land and he believed in the Land of Israel. Shmulik loved Israel, he loved Be’eri, and was murdered while fighting for Be’eri. Be’eri loved and still loves Shmulik in return. May his memory be a blessing. 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Adrienne Neta Life Story Adrienne Anne Neta was born in California, to Ellen and Alfred Lamperd, in 1957. Her father worked as an engineer for the U.S. Navy, and the family lived in Southern California. As a child, Adrienne focused on music, playing the violin. She graduated early from high school and went on to study music and play the flute at UCLA and UC Santa Cruz. After college, she played for the San Luis Obispo Symphony. In 1978, Adrienne met Yisrael, a member of Kibbutz Be’eri who was traveling around the U.S. after his army service, at the home of a mutual friend. After his travels, Yisrael went back to the kibbutz. Adrienne arrived some time later for a “quick visit” that lasted from 1980 until today. At the kibbutz, she took on the burdens of a Zionist, Hebrew, and Israeli identity. Adrienne was an extremely hard worker who enriched every area she worked in: at the dairy farm, she learned the workers’ calls and sang them to the cows in her decisive intonation (“Coooome! Come-come-come!”), and she especially loved her time working with the newborn calves. In the children’s center, she taught a class together with Yaakov Barkai and was profoundly affected by his humanism. During the same period, she taught music to the kindergarten children. In 1983, Adrienne and Yisrael’s first son, Nahar, was born, followed by Carmel (Carmi) two years later, and Dror in 1986. Their youngest daughter, Ayana, was born in 1993. Adrienne was a loving mother who was closely involved in her children’s lives and enveloped them with warmth. She always insisted that the family sit down for dinner together at home. She raised her children to pursue peace and love their fellow humans. In the early 1990s, while raising her family, she began studying nursing in Beersheva, with her typical diligence and dedication. When she finished her studies, she worked as a nurse, first at the Be’eri clinic, and later in the clinic on Kibbutz Alumim. She loved working in the community and saw each patient as a whole person and a whole world. In 1997, she studied midwifery, and when she graduated, she began working as a midwife at Soroka Hospital in Beersheva. She would travel there morning, noon and night, and volunteered countless times to cover holiday and shabbat shifts. In the delivery room, she was known as a midwife with a unique approach that included techniques she’d perfected over the years, from sitting on the mother’s bed during labor, to skillfully massaging pressure points. Adrienne stood out as a midwife who treated the thousands of mothers and babies she assisted with respect and kindness, regardless of background, religion or language. In 2015, she joined an Israeli delegation to Nepal, after the country’s devastating earthquake. She reported that her encounter with residents of remote villages and the opportunity to care for them deepened and enriched her own life. In 2022, after many years of maternity room shifts, Adrienne retired. Without stopping to rest, she became a full-time grandmother, spending days and nights driving, babysitting and chaperoning her grandchildren. She volunteered once or twice a week at the Rimon Farm near Kibbutz Lahav, where she helped rehabilitate boys and girls who had struggled in conventional schools, and she cared for them lovingly. She loved the healing work performed on the farm through organic farming, which was one of her main hobbies. On the black morning of October 7, 2023, she was taken from her home and murdered. A mother, grandmother, friend, and giver of life to the world, Adrienne’s heritage will grow from the land and echo through the thousands of people she helped birth. May her memory be a blessing. Back 30.08.1957 - 07.10.2023 66 years old

Yonatan Rapoport Life Story Yonatan - whom everyone called Yoni and only his mom called “J.J.” - was born on April 16, 1982 on the Isle of Wight, a British island in the English Channel. Yoni was the eldest son of Omer and Noelle. He was the sole redhead among his siblings Adam, Natasha, Kenny who died in 2015, and Dan. As a child, Yoni was a curious and likeable boy, but mischievous and stubborn. Redheaded stubborn. A member of Be’eri’s infamous “Rool-Rool” group. Once he went for a puddle-jumping jaunt with his mother, and instead of wearing boots, he just lay down in the cold water and rolled with laughter. Neighbors who passed by were sure he’d catch cold, but Yoni and Noelle weren't afraid of a little runny nose. The important thing was for him to be happy. At age six, Yoni moved from kindergarten to Iris's class, which was still meeting at the local school in Be’eri. In adolescence, Yoni's stubbornness grew, and more than once he challenged the education system. The usual pranks of kibbutz boys: alcohol, cigarettes, earring, spiked haircut. Even when he didn’t manage well in the vegetable garden, work is work, as they teach on the kibbutz. Luckily, he had a sense of humor, which eased his parents’ lot. He loved to be with friends, and didn't always come home on time. On the other hand, he was quite punctual for football games. He was a gifted footballer and played on the school's football team in its heyday, when it climbed to a higher league. He was an ardent fan of Manchester United, Barcelona and Maccabi Haifa. Since Kenny's passing, the Rapoport brothers would fly together each year to a Manchester match. At Yoni’s funeral, the family chose to play the song that opens every Manchester game: This is the One by the Stone Roses. Yoni enlisted in an IDF intelligence unit in Judea and Samaria during the difficult period of the Intifada. He was a good soldier and was granted a Certificate of Merit by Israel’s president. Yet he had a very hard time coming to terms with what he saw and experienced, especially from the Palestinian side. He provided no descriptions, but the family says that something inside him changed. The things he was exposed to resonated within him and left a lasting impression. After his military service, Yoni set out alone on the Big Trek. He was always a soloist, and did not want partners. He began his journey in Thailand, and when he reached India, he fell in love with it. He returned there again and again, and over the ten years between age 20 and 30, he spent a total of two years in India. Yoni became friends with a local family in the Himalaya Mountains, followed by his siblings Natasha and Dan. In Varanasi he began playing the sitar, and returned there to study over the years. On the kibbutz, he continued to frequently play the guitar and sitar. In India, Yoni met Ola, who would become his wife and the mother of his two children. He invited her to trek with him to the three holiest Hindu temples in the Himalayas, and they returned to Israel together. They lived in Ein Kerem for some three years. Yoni became a shepherd in the Jerusalem area – work that fascinated this lover of nature, silence, and open air. When Ola became pregnant, they returned to Be’eri. They were a private couple, far from the madding crowd. They would hike in the area, and enjoyed listening to Indian music. In May 2014, their son Yosef was born, followed three years later by their daughter Aloma. Separating from Ola was difficult, but the children filled him with joy. He was proud of Yosef, an intelligent, quiet boy, and Aloma, a lively little girl full of life. As a father, he made certain to set boundaries for the children, but primarily he was with them, made them laugh, raised the dog with them, and wondered at their very existence. He was a loner in the family, but always cared about and took an interest in the wellbeing of the family, near and far. Yoni’s love for the kibbutz found expression in his work in the landscaping branch, and he became more and more versed in the field of horticulture. He completed several courses in gardening, and was about to begin another landscaping course. In this realm, he was a right-hand man for the elderly, helping them to cultivate their gardens, plant, or prune. In his own shy way, Yoni asked each one how they were doing and how he could help. He worked diligently and quietly, driving across the kibbutz roads in his Gator, loaded with pruned shrubs or hauling plants from the nursery. Only when you got into a random conversation with Yoni about the trees did you grasp the extensive knowledge he had amassed over the years and his great passion for the subject. The kibbutz loved him. On Saturday morning, October 7, 2023, Yoni was with his children in the bomb shelter. His mother Noelle notes, “He was a hero. He was in touch with me when the terrorists entered his house. He wrote to me that they had broken into his house and to please call for help. I tried, but there was no one to talk to. What we know is that before the terrorists broke into the shelter, he told the children to hide under the bed, to be very quiet, and not to leave there. The children remained in the house and survived.” “We love Yoni, and will continue what he began,” his family promises. “We will take care of the children that he so courageously saved. We will be okay. Let him sit there, calm, drinking a glass of whiskey, and be happy to see us.” Yoni Rapoport was murdered on Saturday, October 7, 2023. He was 41 years old at his death. May his memory be blessed. Back 16.04.1982 - 07.10.2023 41 years old

Kineret Gat Life Story For her 60th birthday, Kinneret asked for only one gift: to spend an evening with all her friends and family, singing the songs she, and only she, chose. She wanted to give the people she loves the soundtrack of her life, from childhood to the present: "Mother and Father - you planted melodies in me." Kinneret was born in Degania Beit in 1955 to parents who were legendary educators in Degania. Her mother, Tova, was a teacher and later the principal of the local school. Her father, Naim, was the youth group's educator. Both were book lovers and even took young Kinneret and Eilat on a mission to Guatemala to teach the local Jews the holy language. The two years in Guatemala were etched in the family’s memory as a significant experience. Kinneret got to know the local culture and adopted the Spanish language, which she used throughout the years. It was important to her to return for a "roots visit," which she fulfilled with Ashel a few years ago. During this visit, she reconnected and had an emotional reunion with a childhood friend. Kinneret's perfect Hebrew was the Hebrew she heard at home. Her father Naim was as rooted an Israeli as one could be. He was born in Peki'in, a descendant of a family of priests who never left the land. Margalit Zinati, who guards the ancient synagogue in Peki'in, is his cousin. As an Arabic speaker who grew up among Arabs, he served in his youth in the Arabic unit of the Palmach, the unit of the undercover operatives. In 1946, he participated in the establishment of the 11 settlements in the Negev, including Be'eri. Kinneret was very close to her father. He wrote stories about his childhood in Peki'in and his experiences in the Palmach, and it was very important to him to voice her opinion and listen to her comments. After he passed away, she continued to edit and rewrite the "Stories of Naim" and turned his memorial day into a family olive harvest event in Peki'in, in the family's olive groves. Thanks to Kinneret's initiative, the extended Dahan family goes up to Peki'in every autumn to harvest the olives and connect with their roots. This tradition cannot be stopped, and the extended family has resolved to continue the harvest every autumn - especially in her absence. Overall, Kinneret was the organizer and connector of the family, the responsible adult, the classic eldest sister to Eilat, Jordan, and Snir . Since her mother passed away, she took her place. She was always like that, someone who could handle anything. An outstanding student in all subjects, a youth movement leader, a diligent worker in the Degania cowshed, an energetic and sociable person, her parents instilled in her an insatiable desire to teach and learn everything. In adulthood, she never stopped studying for a moment: a bachelor's degree in Land of Israel Studies at Beit Berl College, a tour guide, countless Open University courses, law studies at Ono Academic College, a master's degree at Bar-Ilan University, and more. Her greatest pride was her role as the educator of the "Kitat Rakefet" in Be'eri. Not just an educator, but truly a teacher for life, as testified by her students, with whom she maintained a warm relationship even after they grew up. More than anything else, Kinneret loved to hike. Not just travel, but hike. With a heavy backpack containing everything needed, she traversed the country at every opportunity. She walked the entire "Israel National Trail" with a small family group (with Ashel and the in-laws Giora and Iris), ensuring not to skip a single meter. In addition, she planned and experienced family hiking trips around half the world. One of the highlights was the Annapurna Circuit, with Or, as a shared experience of mother and son. The hiking group that formed through her initiative in Be'eri made sure to go on hikes around the country from time to time. The retirement of most of the members allowed for weekday hikes more frequently. After Kinneret's passing, the group renamed itself "Kinneret's Hikers" and continues her legacy by hiking in her memory. She was a certified tour guide and a guide for everyone she knew. Kibbutz Be'eri, where she arrived in 1984 following Ashel, and where their children were born and raised, became a home she dedicated herself to and loved deeply. She filled numerous central roles there: educator, community manager, head of the emergency team, yet she never shied away from any task required by the kibbutz. Need a laundress? She laundered. Need an extra hand in the field crops? She worked in the fields. Need a project manager to restore the dining hall that burned down? She was enlisted for the task. The main role in life was being the mother to Carmel, Alon, and Or. Her children recount that they had a loving, embracing, and supportive mother who was involved, attentive, and interested, someone they could rely on to support them in every choice, even when they went their own ways. Since 2020, she enjoyed magical years as a grandmother to Gefen, who was born to Jordan and Alon. Anyone who saw Grandma Kinneret touring with Gefen in a stroller, barefoot, exploring every path in the kibbutz, singing her childhood songs to her - witnessed true happiness. Love led her to live her life in a settlement on the border; she continued to love the kibbutz, this land, and this country with all her heart. In her youth, she volunteered for reserve duty in the Emergency Economy (Malah), where she was trained as a bus driver to transport soldiers during war. In her later years, she was very active in the protest for democracy. There were no Saturday nights at Balfour, on the bridges, and later at Kaplan, without Kinneret standing in her usual spot, with an Israeli flag adorned with twinkling lights. She feared for the fate and character of the country more than for her own life. During the violent events that struck southern Israel in October 2023, terrorists broke into the family home in Be'eri. Or was not in Be'eri that morning, Ashel found shelter for hours and survived the attack. Alon, Jordan, and Gefen were kidnapped by Hamas terrorists but escaped near the Gaza border. Alon and Gefen managed to slip back to Be'eri, but Jordan was recaptured, taken to Gaza, and returned to Israel after 54 days. Carmel was also kidnapped and has been held captive by Hamas for many months. Kinneret was taken by the terrorists and murdered near her home, in the kibbutz she loved so much. The songs that accompanied her life, "On a Path in the Heart of the Fields," "When the Road is Still Open," "Night Slowly Falls," "The Herd Plods Down the Village Roads Once Again," "A Small Gray-Eyed Girl Prayed Far Away," "And the Last Day Lay Aside All Its Crowns," continue to accompany us, in joy and sorrow, in happiness and grief. You planted melodies in us, our Kinneret. Did you exist, or did we dream a dream? May her memory be blessed. Back 07.11.1955 - 07.10.2023 68 years old

Ze’ev Heker Life Story Zehava and Ze’ev Heker, of Blessed Memory, a great love story. Zehava was born on 13 December 1954 in Givatayim, and at age nine, arrived as an external student (Yaldat Hutz) on Be’eri. Rina and Avraham Hevron were her adoptive family. She was a shy child who hardly uttered a word, and grew up strikingly beautiful, with long dark hair, dignified and sensitive. Zehava served in the IDF in the Golani Operations Command. When she was released, she returned to civilian life via Nahal Na’aran in the Jordan Valley as an emissary of Kibbutz Be’eri. At Na’aran, she managed the vegetable garden, where she met Ze’ev. Ze’ev was born 27 February 1951 on Gan Yoshiya, the first child born on the Moshav. He was a child any parent would love, filled them with pride, and was adored by his teachers. He was clever, direct, and hated lies. At aged ten, he moved with his family to Moshav Tkuma, where he enjoyed a happy childhood. His parents educated him from an early age to be independent and brave, and gave him chores, like riding in the dark to fetch milk, and without him knowing, followed from a distance. Once he went on a hike with his brother, Pinchas, and their dog, Outlaw. Suddenly they heard firing. Apparently, the firing originated from Gaza, and Outlaw shielded Zeev and his brother with his body. Ze’ev studied at the Mikvah Agricultural High School, and that period molded him personally and professionally, turning him into a person of the land. He had a talent for building transistor radios, and travelled into Tel Aviv to buy parts, putting them together from scratch. He was also a strong chess player, and won second place in a high-school championship. In his army service, he was a tank commander. He had already boarded a bus to take a holiday after being demobilized, when the Yom Kippur War broke out. Ze’ev fought in Sinai, where his tank was hit twice, and twice during the war he changed tanks. The war was a significant event in his life, and he recounted it in many stories to his children. At age 24, Ze’ev arrived at Na’aran, in the Jordan Valley, and worked there in agriculture. Amongst other things, he was responsible for the water supply. He lived the life of a cowboy, riding around armed with a Kalashnikov, between enemy Arab villages, in a period during which there were many infiltrations from Jordan. At Na’aran, Ze’ev met the love of his life – Zehava, and she met the love of her life – Ze’ev. Ze’ev fell in love with Zehava after he understood that she knew how to tell the difference between weeds and watermelon. After two weeks, Zehava spoke to her younger brother, Avi, and told him that she had met a gingi – a redhead. She asked that Avi come and visit. When Avi arrived, he was amazed at the bond between them: Ze’ev gazed at Zehava in marvel, and similarly, she gazed back at him. It did not stop nor diminish for all the world. They continued to look at each other like that for 46 years. Ze’ev followed Zehava to Be’eri. They married on May 7, 1978, and their three children were raised at Be’eri: Limor, Dvir and Hagay. Zehava worked in several positions on the Kibbutz. She managed a department at Be’eri Print, and worked long hours every day. For several years she worked as a caregiver at the primary school, where the children liked her so much they continued to visit her long after leaving. Zehava loved to help other people. She had a special talent to see the good in each person, and to be positive and complimentary. Girlfriends poured out their hearts to her, and people were drawn to her like a magnet. Ze’ev said of her, “No matter where we were, everyone loved Zehava”. She was creative and industrious, and nurtured a home and spectacular garden, concocted natural soaps, prepared dried fruits, and learnt to grow succulent plants. She had a heart of gold, hands of gold, and everything she touched turned to gold, as her name – Zehava/Goldie - implies. She was devoted to all her work and gave infinitely. Zehava was interested in spirituality and the human soul, and learnt and became knowledgeable in this field by reading copiously and taking courses. Ze’ev was a man of the land, a farmer through and through, and served as the Director of Agriculture on Be’eri. He occasionally held other positions on the Kibbutz, but always returned to farming. He grew gladiolas, potatoes, wheat, peanuts, maize, and peas. Ze’ev was a humble man, and a perfectionist. He held very high standards, and said of good work, “This was carried out by the rulebook”. Many farmers came to learn from him and consult with him. Every time anew, he loved to work, to sow, to water, and to harvest. At one point, he was his son Hagay’s direct supervisor at work, and taught him the secrets of the land. Even after his retirement at age 70, he continued to work shifts on the tractor, to calibrate tools, and to remain updated on what was happening in the fields and on the land. From the time they met, Zehava and Ze’ev did everything together. Ze’ev went along with the follies of Zehava. She didn’t drive, and he drove her everywhere, and would wait for her at each place. “Thanks to this”, he would say, “I got to know new places”. On her birthday, he would always buy her a new piece of jewelry, and would write a meaningful letter. The respect between them remained always, even though now and again a quarrel would occur. They always knew how to accommodate each other. Ze’ev always complimented her. They hugged and kissed each time they met and parted, and passed this onto their children, who are also accustomed to hugging and kissing when meeting and parting. Zehava mothered like a lioness, with warmth and a watchful eye, pushing her cubs to independence. Ze’ev taught his children to respect every person, and instilled in them the principle “everyone is a human being, until proven otherwise”. They knew how to give quality time to each child separately. Both cared for their children, but whenever they called to inquire about their wellbeing, each spoke for the other: “Your father is worried” or “Your mother is concerned”… They were wonderful grandparents to 11 grandchildren. Zehava was devoted to them and very involved in their lives. Ze’ev told his grandkids, any help you need, just ask. He always took them and fetched them from every place, and every time a class at school was cancelled, they called him immediately. Ze’ev and Zehava loved to hike and travel in Israel. When Ze’ev retired, he bought a jeep to travel with his kids and grandkids. It did not matter to where, the main thing was to travel and to enjoy nature. When his children were small, Ze’ev didn’t agree to go on a family holiday sleeping in a tent, because he said he had enough tents during his annual reserve duty. Only after he retired, and out of respect for his grandchildren, did he agree to sleep with them in a tent. They even bought him a tent as a present for a birthday. Zehava and Ze’ev were both bibliophiles. They both read a lot a lot and studied a lot. Zehava loved the song, Matanot Ktanot (“Small gifts”) by Rami Kleinstein and Ze’ev loved Yeled Shel Abba (“Daddy’s Boy”) by Mookie. On the eve of Simchat Torah, Ze’ev and Zehava spent time with their sons, Hagai and Dvir, and their families, and parted as usual with a hug and kiss. The following morning, Saturday, October 7, the Kibbutz woke to the sound of fire. As soon as it became apparent that terrorists had infiltrated Be’eri, Zehava asked everyone on the family WhatsApp group to give a sign of life. At a certain point, Zehava wrote that there were terrorists outside their home and at 13:50, they entered. Ze’ev and Zehava had locked themselves within their safe room. Dvir and Hagai's families were rescued during the night, but contact was lost with Zehava and Ze’ev. Apparently, the terrorists took them as hostages to another house in the neighbourhood, where there was a shoutout with Yamam , the Police National Counter Terror Unit. Their fate was unknown for 11 days, until the family received notification of their passing. Zehava and Ze’ev Heker were honest, ethical, hard-working people, people of virtue. They loved their family, their children, and their grandchildren, and were very devoted to them. They loved, respected, and admired each other, every day and every hour, until the last moment. The poet Zelda wrote: I am connected by thread To you Our beloved festivals And wonderful periods of the year With a treasure of fragrances, flowers Fruit, leaves, and spirits With the mist and rain The sudden snow And dew Hanging by a longing thread You and me and the sabbath You and me we lived In a previous life You and me And the lie And the fear And the torn You and me And the Creator of the Heavens does not have Seashore You and me And the riddle You and me And death May their good memory be a blessing. Back 27.02.1951 - 07.10.2023 72 years old

Avi Mor Life Story Avi and his twin sister, Ya'el, may she live a long life, were born in the summer of 1962 at the Assuta Hospital in Tel Aviv. Their parents, Voh and Shula Marnstein were Holocaust survivors. Changing their name to Mor and later adding a younger brother, Boaz, the family lived on Katzenelson Street in Givatayim, a small, neighborhood-oriented city where Avi grew up. Avi and Ya'el were good-looking children, and at age six, they were chosen to lead a promotional campaign for the "Sela" fashion brand. Their pictures adorned newspapers, buses, and billboards. Ya'el, shy and reserved, soon gave up modeling, but Avi continued and even excelled. He quickly learned the angles at which he should be photographed, confidently smiling and charming, and conquering the runway. At 9, he fell in love with Na'ama, a beautiful girl from his neighborhood, from whom he also received his first kiss. After finishing elementary school, Avi continued his studies at the Kfar HaYarok boarding school, returning home for holidays and festivals. The separation from his twin sister Ya'el, who continued to study near their home, was difficult, but the two remained close, and as adults, they would dream of growing old together and taking care of one another. Avi was physically active and a skilled cyclist. In his youth, he would ride extensively, even as far as Tel Aviv and the road leading to Jerusalem. The shelf in his room was full of trophies he had won in national competitions. As an adult, sports continued to be an obsession, especially the gym and tennis. But Avi was also known for his intellectual curiosity and he devoured books of all kinds. He was also a cinema enthusiast, watching countless movies, dramas, and comedies, which explains his acting and mimicking abilities. Among his friends, he was known as the joker of the group. Avi was also interested in philosophy, Buddhism, self-improvement, and spiritual development. And, like many of his peers, Avi was also a scout. When he was 16, the family went on vacation to Kibbutz Be'eri to watch a tennis match in which Avi’s brother Boaz participated. During this vacation, Avi met Tmira, the kibbutz member he fell in love with. Their love transcended geographical distances, and they were considered inseparable. While in the army, Avi would travel to Tmira by bus, crossing the country from north to south. Avi served as an infantry medic in the 51st Battalion of the Golani Brigade. The sights and experiences deeply affected him, yet he debated whether to sign on to the army as a career. In the end, he chose to marry Tmira and move to the kibbutz, where they had three children: Roi, Gil, and Tomer. During the first Lebanon War, while expecting their third child, Avi was drafted into the reserves and stationed at the Beaufort Castle. The events of this war traumatized him, and he returned from reserves a different person. He carried with him a pain that was beyond his capacity to manage, and this affected all aspects of his life, including divorce from Tmira and his relationship with his third son, which he maintained inconsistently. Despite that, Tomer remembers beautiful shared moments: nature walks, drinking sweet and hot tea together, camping, bowling games, trips to Eilat, tasty soups Avi would cook in winter, and every Saturday evening, fun ball games with Roi, Gil, and his father. Playing paddleball on the beach in Tel Aviv, building giant sand sculptures, and always making sure to send Ya'el photos. Avi loved animals. He collected pets and would sometimes be found caring for up to six dogs or a similar number of cats in his home. When it became too much for him, he would search for homes for each of them. At one point, he was raising two dogs, taking them for walks outside the kibbutz. One night, one of the dogs was hit by a car, which affected him deeply. He buried the dog and planted cacti and decorative plants nearby. Even when he was no longer raising animals in his home, he continued to feed cats on the streets and leave bowls of water in the street with extraordinary sensitivity and compassion. Later, Avi worked as a tennis coach on the kibbutz and for many years in construction, caring for the kibbutz vegetation, and finally, at the car wash. Over the past year, Avi experienced a severe emotional crisis. Old pains exacted a toll. He became more withdrawn and turned into a more reserved person. Nevertheless, he sought the good and the beauty in the world, even when it was challenging and burdensome for him. He very much wanted to rehabilitate himself and be part of society. He loved to repair and renovate things, and to tried to express himself through his attempts to improve the world around him, whether by caring for animals or by planting many plants in the kibbutz and beyond, in the cemetery, and near the garage where he worked. Poet Yehuda Amichai wrote: "When I die, I want only women from the burial society to treat me and do with my body as their pretty eyes see fit, and clean my ears of the last words I heard, and wipe my lips of the last words I said, and erase from my eyes the things I saw, and smooth my brow of worry…” On October 7th, Avi was murdered by the sons of iniquity for no wrongdoing of his own along with many other kibbutz members. We pray that the angels of heaven receive the dear face of Avi, wipe his ears from the terrible last words he heard, wipe his lips from the last pain he uttered, and erase from his eyes and from all of our eyes the sights he saw – may he rest in peace and love. May his memory be blessed. Back 27.08.1962 - 07.10.2023 61 years old

Idan Baruch Life Story Idan was born on August 16, 2003, to Roni and Tami, and younger brother to Guy and Sahar. Later, the family welcomed Niv, the youngest brother. Idan’s sudden arrival caught his parents off guard, and he was born at home in Be’eri—a fact he took great pride in throughout his life. His brothers, Guy and Sahar, got to meet him even before the trip to the hospital, which forged a special bond between them. Idan was a joyful, loving child. The boys would often tease their mother, who had hoped for a daughter but ended up with four sons. Over the years, Idan became the link that held his brothers together. They would watch Japanese anime, play Dungeons & Dragons and chess together. Even when Sahar was traveling in South America, they continued their chess games, letting the family know that Sahar was reachable. In the dining hall, Idan would clear his grandfather Yitzhak’s dishes, saying, “You took my tray when I was little, now I’m taking yours.” Idan was part of the Nofar class. He was always on the move, full of rhythm, and loved drumming on anything within reach. He was an avid reader, particularly of fantasy books like Harry Potter . When he was younger, Sahar would read entire books to him, and when he grew older, he took on that role, reading to Niv. He was rarely seen without a book in hand and preferred traveling by train because it was easier to read than on a bus. After finishing high school, where he earned his full diploma, Idan planned to continue studying. He was torn between studying nutrition and pastry making, as he had a deep love for baking. He had a talent for cooking and baking, especially desserts, which he often made for the family. Idan had many interests and hobbies. He was a dedicated member of the No'ar Oved V'lomed youth movement, where he later became a devoted guide. He was hard-working, holding a job at La m'davesh , the kibbutz bike shop, where he was well-liked and highly regarded. He loved the outdoors, participated in a hiking club, and was part of a rowing team during his teenage years, where he stood out for his helpful nature and his sunny disposition. After high school, Idan embarked on a year of community service in Karkur, as part of the Shiluvim commune, specializing in canine therapy—a field that deeply resonated with him as a lifelong dog lover. He later moved to a commune in Haifa, where he worked closely with children on the autism spectrum. He created a special bond with them, caring deeply for their well-being and feeling a great sense of responsibility towards them. Both before and after his year of pre-army service, Idan was committed to guiding others, showing kindness and sensitivity to the needs of those around him. As his military service approached, Idan returned to the youth movement, joining the Nahal "Juno" group. He was assigned to the army’s soldier/teachers' course. Idan dreamed of a future that combined his love for the culinary arts and a life in Be’eri. On weekends, he cherished time with his family, which is how he spent the day on Saturday, October 7th: at his mother’s home with his beloved brother Sahar and their dog Pepsi. During that dark Sabbath, Idan was injured, and Sahar tended to him throughout. Even in his final moments, Idan’s thoughts were with his family and neighbors. We will always remember his kind heart, his sensitivity to others, and we will never stop missing him. Back 16.08.2003 - 07.10.2023 20 years old

Yuval Bar Life Story Yuval was born in Nahalat Yehuda, on 22 March 1958, to Yechiel and Rachel Khubara, and he was brother to Arnon. His father, Yechiel, was born in Sana’a, Yemen, and Rachel was the daughter of Yemenite immigrants. When Yuval was three years old, the family moved to a public housing project in Holon, where he enjoyed his childhood. There, children would eagerly await four o’clock in the afternoon, when they were allowed to rush outdoors to play and roam around the neighbourhood. Children of all ethnicities played soccer together until dusk hid the ball from their sight. Yuval was a ‘numbers kid.’ When he returned from school, he would quickly eat and do his homework, then sit with his legs straddled in front of the wall, throwing a red plastic ball against it, and counting the throws – much to the neighbours’ annoyance. Once, he counted 777 throws. He was competitive and loved to win games, even in the throwing and counting game he played by himself. Yuval arrived at Kibbutz Be’eri just days before the outbreak of the Yom Kippur War, at the end of ninth grade. His was a difficult story; his parents had separated and, as a result, Yuval and Arnon were also separated from one another. Despite the upheaval, they managed to keep in touch throughout their lives. On the kibbutz, Yuval joined the group for "yaldei hutz" – or children who came to the kibbutz for a more stable environment - ‘Kitat Alon’ or the ‘Indians,’ as it was known locally. At that time, he grew his hair long, and his afro hairstyle became a thing. Despite his hippie appearance, he adapted well to his particularly proper adoptive family, Hassida and Buchsi. Surprisingly, he felt comfortable within the educational framework, and kibbutz life suited him. He especially loved music and performing and singing, and as a teenager he had a record collection that included albums by Kaveret , Neil Young, Dire Straits, and Pink Floyd. He was always listening to music. Later, when he sat in the office as an accountant, one could still tell he was there by the loud music coming from the office. Yuval was a sports enthusiast who loved all types of sports. He followed the NBA closely and was a sworn fan of local sports - swimming, soccer, basketball, tennis, ping pong, walking – you name it, and he made sure to report on events and competitions in the sports diary he wrote. Naturally, he drove his children to all the sports clubs they participated in and encouraged them to succeed. During his military service, he served in intelligence. When he returned to the kibbutz, he worked in agriculture until he went to pursue his studies. He would often take his children on the combine, the cotton picker, or the tractor. He was a very reliable father, and would also resolve any issues wisely. He was a family man who also took an interest in history. He researched in depth the history of Maayan’s family in Hungary, and his own family’s history in Yemen and in Israel. Yuval was a diligent and enthusiastic worker. He worked seven days a week in the kibbutz’s accounting department, but that was not enough for him. Over the last 15 years, he initiated and managed Yuval’s Recycling Project, which became the official recycling project of Kibbutz Be’eri. It started with Yuval on the green tractor, organizing bins for waste-sorting. It continued with the washing of the green bins. Then he continued, putting in place different coloured bins for different types of waste, bins for glass and cardboard. He then began teaching kibbutz members to separate organic waste, which he transported to the area of the old dairy, and then used it to create compost, which was distributed at the bin stations for reuse in members’ gardens. At first, he did this alone, then he inspired the younger generation to join him – youngsters from the kibbutz, and those from other kibbutzim who were working for a period in Be’eri. Dealing with bins was not just an ideology and a personal mission for Yuval, and it has already set an example for other settlements too – how a single individual managed to reduce the number of waste hauls from 101 containers to only 7. Meanwhile, Yuval developed what he called ‘the kingdom’ – the collection of junk dumped at the bin stations – mattresses, toys, books, old ovens, machine parts. These were arranged according to the old and abandoned model of ‘the junkyard,’ which had once been the favourite corner of the yard in every kindergarten in the kibbutz – until the Ministry of Education banned it for safety and insurance reasons. In Yuval’s kingdom, the junkyard was reborn, and in the afternoons, the place buzzed with children and parents. Yuval was decades ahead of the State of Israel. The romance between Ma'ayan and Yuval began in Be’eri, where they studied in parallel classes - Ma'ayan in ‘Rotem ’, and Yuval in ‘Alon ,’ where Tamar was the housemother. Yuval’s adoptive parents were close friends of Tamar and Asaf. But it was only after their discharge from the army that the love between Ma'ayan and Yuval blossomed, when they were both living in the young adults’ neighbourhood. Ma'ayan’s cat climbed a tree and was afraid to come down. Yuval, who was an expert at climbing trees, came to her rescue – and ever since, all members of the family are cat lovers. At their wedding, Ma'ayan was in her eighth month of pregnancy and wore a huge wedding dress. She was focused on creating a warm and cozy home, and on food and baking. Yuval took care of technical and financial matters, while she encouraged going out to have fun. He provided research and depth, and was involved in recycling. She liked to shop. Out of their differences, they wove a complete world together, and countless fine threads bound them together in a close relationship. Both Ma'ayan and Yuval loved to travel, in Israel and abroad. They especially loved Greece and the Greek islands. But they were the ultimate ‘kibbutzniks .’ They never left, nor even considered leaving Be’eri, despite the frequent rocket attacks and the military operations in response – whether they were limited or more major, and not even whenever the security situation escalated. It was their home, the safest place in the world. Their love for Be’eri was great, but even greater was their love for each other, and it defined them in life and in death. On Saturday, October 7th, they died together. Their memory will be carried by their children, their grandchildren, and by all of us. May their memory be blessed. Back 22.03.1958 - 07.10.2023 65 years old

Yahel Sharabi Life Story Yahel was a vivacious girl, a tomboy with dimples. She participated in the soccer team at the kibbutz, and loved gymnastics. She was an excellent student, even though she was unable to sit still in class. She particularly loved math. A girl who was on the ball and straightforward. Deeply attached to her parents but also silly. She was highly energetic. Always happy, always laughing and funny. Her English was excellent, and she was the family's translator. In the kibbutz she worked in the petting zoo, she was there at least twice a week. She loved walking in nature, swimming in the pool, and also putting on make-up and dressing up. The last year was the Bar Mitzvah year of the Shaldag (Kingfisher) class (the name of her year group in the kibbutz). She was involved in building the camp, in preparing the fire inscriptions, and she participated in the festive show. A love child with a place in her heart for everyone. The first to help, and the last to leave. Lianne, Noya and Yahel were murdered on Saturday morning, October 7, 2023. May her memory be blessed. Back 03.10.2010 - 07.10.2023 13 years old