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The smell of colorful cars on the road to Paradise.Clothes, fairies, love on the dance floor.Then, with the rising of the sun, the dream turned into night.

This is October 7

7 October 2025 - 9:47

I'm 24-year-old Bitter Daniel from the 24-year-old Nova Music Festival.That day, October 7, sticks in my mind like a scar.

October 7.A colorful convoy of cars on the way to paradise.Costumes, fairies, love on the dance floor.Then, when the sun came up, the dream turned into a nightmare.We left the Nova festival - me, Asaf, Stav and Itay - thinking it was just another morning near the Gaza border.At Re'im intersection, 10 terrorists on motorcycles, shooting, soldiers bleeding.Somehow I got through, but at the next intersection I found dismembered corpses and people crying for help.

We have no option but to turn back, through threats.A difficult decision, but you have otherwise.Fully full.Filbs from all the above, windows windows is injured in the Stav of the Stav, but we went.We tried to get SHAETRI when calling EINIV and call, "don't go, there is a threat, there is a threat."

I saw the terrorists in the traffic jam.I screamed to get out of the car.We ran to the festival hall, which seemed to be a safe place.I did not leave in asaf and Asaf.I ran into the tent.Someone I knew grabbed my hand and we ran together knowing that the shelter below the main level was not easy.There are many people there.Please blood, tears,

Two hours later we heard the call to run south.It is "death".People fall one by one.About 50 of us are hiding in the vedy.Phone battery dead, hope is lost.One man was shot in the leg, another in the shoulder, two had panic attacks.One of the police officers told me to dig a hole and hide until rescuers came.I called my mother and asked who would not come.I cried silently.

When we heard the sounds of terrorists with rpgs I knew it was time to run.I left the hiding place with a Muslim man who offered to help me.Ten minutes in the forest seemed like an eternity.When we reached the police, they led us to a waiting car.While checking in, we met the soldiers.I called my mother and told her that they were close.She called out for help.

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On the way back, I saw horrors: burned cars, blood, exhausted soldiers.When I reached Orim, I thought the nightmare was over, but it wasn't.Stav and Asaf were absent.Four days later I was told that Stav Barazani had been killed.After twelve days came the news about Asaf Edberg.May his memory be blessed.

I'm really happy, but it's all painful, that's all: I'm going to do a lot of work.we forget