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In those days I thought about “All My Sons” by Arthur Miller. The story, written at the end of World War II, raised the question of the morality of a person who replaces his responsibility to society with responsibility for his own survival – and for reasons of profit and loss acts with criminal cynicism and causes the death of soldiers. Is there a similarity?
During the fighting, I had a deep desire to gather a group of mothers and go down to the border fence near Gaza to prevent a ground offensive, or to act completely against my beliefs and the education I gave my son, and call on him and his friends to refuse an order, if it was an order to enter Gaza. I felt I was a game piece in the hands of a corrupt ruler, and realized how much this lack of trust was terrifying and dangerous.