Israela is talking to you. Is there anything you'd want to tell her?

I’m here, near Naama and Elisheva. My, what a brood they have between them, a veritable tribe. I’d better not get into that, though; tribes are what got us onto the wrong path in the first place. We’ve come a long way, Elisheva, Naama, Orit, and I. Yes, and Ratiba. I’ve forced my way into her dreams, too. What I love most about these women is that they are fighters. Not futile bearers of arms, destroyers of life, but fighters for the good life, for understanding. The moment my Elisheva encountered the inside of a hospital ward with its blood, its tears, and its death rattle, she dropped the easy life like a stolen jewel.  Healing. That is what enthralls her. It was in such a way that her heart grabbed hold of Dovy, chose him the moment it saw his wound. Elisheva followed her heart without so much as a backward glance. That’s what I love about her. Doesn’t shirk, fights to repair the fabric of her world.