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Mr. Feldman,

there are many ways to say goodbye.

You could read something.

Maybe something he wrote...

You could play a song that he liked.

We have a great sound system.

Or get his buddies to sing it.

You know, there's always...

a friend who plays guitar.

Do you even have a body?

What?

Is there anything left of him?

Will he be in the coffin or only bricks,

so I feel like I'm carrying something?

WITH GREAT GRIEF AND DEEP SORROW,

WE ANNOUNCE THE PASSING OF OUR

DEAR SON JONATHAN FELDMAN. R.I.P.

Are you all right?

I don't think they have a body.

He said that?

He won't let me see the body.

May you know no more grief.

Don't obsess over this, Michael.

We're atheists. What does it matter?

And Mom? Did she get anything?

She understands everything and nothing.

People want to come and show you support.

And what will they say?

"Our condolences?"

They'll tell me what a special kid he was?

They'll say, "Look how strong Michael is,

holding it together?"

Don't insist on doing this alone.

This isn't some project of yours.

Why does she call me AVIGDOR?

Hello?

When is Jonathan's Hebrew birthday?

Where's his ID?

JONATHAN FELDMAN

Hi, this is Jonathan. I'm at the end

of the world and have no reception.

Leave a message.

I'll get back to you someday.

Hi, this is Jonathan. I'm at the end

of the world and have no reception.

Leave a message.

I'll get back to you someday.

DAPHNA!

DAPHNA.

DAPHNA, wake up.

DAPHNA, it's me.

Oh, DAPHNA, DAPHNA.

Wake up, DAPHNA!

Mr. Feldman.

There's been a terrible mistake.

The soldier who was killed is named

Jonathan Feldman, but isn't your son.

It's a different Jonathan Feldman.

Your son is alive.

Safe and sound.

Alma?

Hey, Dad. You called?

Dad?

Can you hear me?

Are you all right, Dad?

Get him up. Nice and slowly.

- Where's Jonathan?

- Jonathan's fine.

Come on. Sit him down.

Easy.

DAPHNA, wake up!

Jonathan's alive. Someone else died.

Jonathan is alive, Mr. Feldman.

- Where is he?

- With his unit.

- I want to see him.

- Tomorrow or the next...

I want him home now!

- Mr. Feldman.

- Don't touch me!

What's with you, Michael? Calm down.

I'll calm down when I get my son.

You made me think he was dead

and there was no body.

Who told you that?

What does that matter now?

He's alive! It's over.

How can you be sure? Because they said so?

First he's dead, then he's alive,

who are they?

They don't know where he is!

- Mr. Feldman, he's with his unit.

- I didn't ask with whom, I asked where!

Mr. Feldman,

you're suffering from an anxiety attack.

You listen to me!

You made a mistake!

The administration made a mistake,

not us personally.

Your son is in the Seam Zone

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