Zoe Shiri

She’s been buried in the ground for the last nine and a half years. Tomorrow I’ll see her again, but both of us know that I can no longer hug her or stroke her beautiful blonde hair. Earth, dirt and a heavy marble stone divide us, and a longing so great it is impossible to put in words.

With her departure, I believed that our friendship would not be over until the next time we’d meet again. But they say that long-term relationships never work out, and I now understand that they are right. Because she’s a million miles away in a different galaxy, and I’m still here in Tel Aviv. And this is a distance no one can bear.