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for a pretty practical reason.
I felt like everyone else
was screwing like rabbits,
and that I was the only...
How can I put it?
The only nerd good at chess and Math
but with masculinity problems.
So I had to prove to everyone
that I was the best fighter
and some big hero.
Did you succeed?
Yes, surprisingly enough.
I felt that I was strong and capable.
Then the war started and
they put us on that damned "Love Boat".
Then I..
- You what?
I puked like a pig!
I wondered what the enemy would think.
and fell asleep.
I sleep when I'm scared.
To this day,
I escape into sleep and hallucinate.
Unconscious on the deck,
and take me for the first time,
I saw my best friends
go up in flames before my eyes.
Where?
- On the boat.
I woke up just before we docked.
It's dawn, and we're in a city.
Which city?
- How should I know?
Sidon, I think.
Out of pure fear and anxiety
we start shooting like lunatics.
At whom?
- How do I know?
Then an old Mercedes drives up.
Everyone fires at it like crazy.
Two years of training,
and the fear,
the uncontrollable fear...
Then the silence.
The terrible silence of death.
At daybreak
we could see our destruction,
without knowing where we were.
Lying in the car...
What was in the car?
Why did you come here?
Me? I...
I lost my memory.
In an accident?
- What?
Did you have an accident?
- What do you mean?
In a car or at work?
No, I didn't have an accident.
I just can't remember anything
about the Lebanon War.
Just one image in my mind.
Somehow you're in it.
What image?
Were you there too?
It's hard to say.
What do you mean?
Were you there?
It's hard to say.
I don't remember anything
about the massacre.
But you were in Beirut
when the massacre took place.
I'll never forget
us marching into Beirut.
But the massacre...
How did you say it?
That's not stored in my system.
Right.
- Massacre...
Then it happened in a taxi
to Amsterdam airport...
Suddenly all the memories came back.
Not a hallucination
nor my subconscious.
The first day of the war. Barely 19,
I haven't even started shaving.
We're driving down a road.
Orchards on one side,
the sea on the other.
We're shooting everywhere
at everything, until nightfall.
That evening, when we stopped,
"Load up the dead and wounded.
Go and dump them."
"Dump?"
- "Yes, dump."
"Where?"
"How should I know?
Out there, near that bright light.
That's where they're dumped."
So I drive all the way back.
I had never seen an open wound
or any kind of bleeding before.
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