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  • This world is just bizarre.
    You cannot comprehend how bizarre this world is.
    Let me give you an example, imagine that you just finished the mandatory army service in Israel, you've been in a special covert marine unit so instead of three normal years you just been through four and half year of constant mental and physical stress.
    So instead of going on with your life you decide to take a break and you are now in the midst of a wondrous and beautiful track on some random mountain in Tibet.

    So you are sitting against a tree, the whole sky is in front of you and a small joint is stuck between your lips, you close your eyes and take nature into your lungs. Right there, through the stinging smoke you hear a little voice in the back of your head shouting out your name.
    At first you dismiss this voice as a byproduct of your delusional mind but the voice just getting louder and closer with every passing moment. So you open a lazy eye and look left, just in time to see a passing eagle. Then, you open your other lazy eye and look right and see your best friend from high school, Dotan, running up the road towards you.

    You haven't saw Dotan since he was drafted to the army, your busy schedule and his never synchronized and your friendship just faded away, you don't even know where he served in the army. So you rise slowly to give him this old familiar friendship hug and you both sit together under a tree on top of a random mountain that is located 3000 miles away from your hometown.
    You both start to catch up on your life; you are still single as usual, just travelling around the world and trying to find your purpose. Dotan, on the other hand, is travelling in Tibet with his girlfriend, they both in between semesters and this is their little getaway, she is resting in the hotel and Dotan just had to do this one last trek because he heard the view here is magnificent.
    During your talk you can see that something bugging Dotan, you can sense that he feel that something is different about you but he just can't put his finger on it.

    You raise memories together, laugh about old friend from high school, remember old loves and enjoy your long lost bond, but in the end you get around to talk about the army.
    As I said before you served in a covert marine unit, Dotan on the other hand served in the armor division as a tank driver, you both excelled in your service although you think that yours was harder but you will never tell him that.
    And then the war is brought up; you both served in the war, that wrenched "second Lebanese war", and you didn't just served, you both were right in the midst of thing, inside the "gut of your enemy".
    You take that last puff from your joint and silence takes over you.
    None of you want to talk about the war but now both of you can't stop thinking about it.

    You see an unidentified bird soaring through the sky and you reach inside your pocket for your cigarette pack, you offer one to Dotan and he looks at you and respectably refuses. When he returns his gaze back to the sky you can hear is mind goes "click". Dotna looks back at you and he realize what was bugging him all this time, the pinky of your left hand, the same hand that was holding the cigarette pack, is missing.
    You can see his inner struggle but in the end he gives up and asks what happened to you.
    Unwillingly you start to remember everything; the war, your unit, your friends, Barak, Adi, the fire, the screaming and the one thing you'll never forget, the blood.
    You answer to Dotan that you lost your finger at the war; your unit entered a house near Sidon and a nearby tank unit misidentified you as a terrorist unit.
    You lost your pinky and three of your friends as they bombed the house.

    As you tell your story Dotan is getting quite, too quite.

    When you are done with your story Dotan starts to speak, he talk about the war, the darkness and the fear. He tells you how five of his friend died by terrorist fire right in front of his eyes.
    He shivers as he remembers his commander's upper body falling through the tank hatchet when a rocket hit them.
    He tells you about the days spent in a ditch, shivering with fear, waiting for a rescue that wouldn't come.
    And finally he tells you about a group of terrorist that entered a house just north of Sidon under their watch, out of fear and exhaustion they bombed the house without asking for clearance first. Only after the war they discovered that it was actually a covert marine unit in a special operation.

    You hear his story and take another puff from your cigarette; the smoke is stinging your eyes so you close them again.
    You hear Dotan's apology and you wave your damaged hand to show him that you accept it.

    When you open your eyes again you are alone on the top of a random Tibetan mountain sitting against a lone tree and watching the sunset through a single tear.
    And because of some unknown reason all you can think about is how bizarre this world is...
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