
A lot has happened in the last few months. Rabid rioting students taking over campuses around the world. Israel being brought to the international court of justice on unfounded genocide charges fueled by hate. Arrest warrants being put out for Netanyahu, while none have been put out for Hamas. We see the left bowing down to Islamic antisemitism, afraid of being called bigots, racists and Islamophobes. And at the same time, Hamas, Hezbollah, the Houthis and even Iran keep firing insane numbers of missiles towards Israel. No news channel shows it, but this is our reality.
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Leftwing politicians, media, college professors and Islamists are united in their hatred for Israel. Being European, university-educated and a translator, I see more of this than many of my fellow Israelis do. I feel like I am drowning in a tidal wave of vicious international fury. Do we even have the right to exist anymore? Not according to many protesters. We should “go back to where we came from”.
They have no idea that for the majority of Israelis, this is an unhinged and impossible demand. Ethiopian Jews should go back to Africa, where they faced starvation and persecution? Mizrachi Jews should go back to Iraq, Iran and Yemen? The idea of millions of Jews marching back into the very states they had to flee from is absurd. None of them would be left alive. And even Ashkenazi Jews like my in-laws, who have lived here for four generations now after fleeing Nazi Germany. Do people really think my 79 year old father in law, who was born in Israel, has a Polish passport somewhere? It is all so ridiculous that it makes my blood boil.
And still, to many people around the world, this is a totally reasonable ask. We are evil colonizers genociding the indigenous population, and we should be wiped out. And these are the same people whining about the “trans genocide” and about being misgendered every second day. The absurdity of it all would be laughable, if it wasn’t so very bleak and worrying.
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All of this is fuelling my anxiety and my fury. How dare they. How DARE they. But the worst, the most evil stab in our collective heart, the lowest of low blows, was this:
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The “photojournalist” who took this sickening picture of Shani Louk’s body being abused and dragged to Gaza, was lauded and praised as a prizewinner. Oh yes, the very same Gazan journalists who rode along with Hamas and documented the massacre, probably enjoying the sight, are hailed as artists and professionals by the international community. Such professionalism! Such noble dedication! We must award these courageous freedom fighters with press prizes! Just to make it absolutely clear that we don’t care in the slightest about the violated, lifeless young woman in the back of that truck. We don’t give a damn about the agony of her family, about the pain of an entire nation. We don’t care about exposing her, exploiting her cruel death, and tainting her memory forever. All we care about is bowing down to the altar of the noble freedom fighting terrorists, I mean journalists.
Please excuse me for going slightly off the rails here. But you can see how strongly I feel about this disgrace, this injustice. So imagine how Shani’s family feels. I will show you what they said:
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Shani’s grandmother asks us to remember her granddaughter this way:
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And we will. We will forever remember Shani the way she was: vibrant, full of life, loving, dancing, happy and quirky. This beautiful, unique girl who we all got to know only after her death. She touches something deeply inside our hearts.
Shani was a tattoo artist. I decided to get this tattoo to honour her. And to remember not only Shani, but all the others we lost, who are all equally precious. I imagine them all rising up to heaven as butterflies, dancing free, all different and unique.
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You can find Shani Louk’s tattoo website here:
Her family memorialized the site and invite people to get one of Shani’s designs tattoed. They are beautiful and intricate and I intend to get one of them, too.


After many weeks of being held back by the international community who seems hell-bent on protecting Hamas, the IDF finally had enough. After many stalled and drawn-out agreement negotiations, it became clear once more that you cannot negatiate with terrorists. The IDF attacked and forced their way into Rafah. And what did they find? The dead bodies of hostages.
It seems that every few days, more hostages are found dead. Most of them seem to have been killed on October 7 and their bodies abducted to Gaza. They are found left behind in hospitals, buried beneath the floors of civilian houses and thrown in underground tunnels.
And so, at last, Shani Louk’s body has been found and returned to her family.
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She has now been laid to rest. I hope her soul is now finally free and at peace. 🦋
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Shani is not the only one whose body was found. They all deserve their stories to be told, so I will do that in later posts. Until now, the people who were found are:
Amit Buskila, 28.
Itzik Gelernter, 58.
Ron Benjamin, 53.
Sonthaya Oakkharasri.
Sudthisak Rinthalak.
Hanan Yablonka, 42.
Michel Nisenbaum, 59.
And Orion Hernandez Radoux, 30.
Yes, that’s right. The body of Shani’s Mexican boyfriend Orion was found. He was thought to stil be alive. Apparently, he was killed on October 7 along with Shani and so many others. What a terrible blow for his family. And what a cruel, cruel thing to do by Hamas, to have kept them in the dark for seven months, not knowing wether he was alive or dead.
Orion leaves behind a three year old daughter. We will keep his memory alive, just like Shani’s. We will remember them the way they were: full of life and energy. 🦋🦋
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