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For 2 years Moshe Lavi introduced himself as the brother-in-law of hostage Omri Miran. Now, the word โ€œhostageโ€ is finally replaced by the term โ€œcaptivity survivorโ€. Tonight, Moshe addressed the huge crowd at Hostages Square in Tel Aviv:

โ€œThanks to President Trump, Secretary of State Rubio, Special Envoy Witkoff, and Jared Kushner, to Israelโ€™s brave soldiers and security forces, and to you, the people who dedicated yourselves to this mission, Omri is home, and so are many others.

The wounds are deep, but our unity and compassion are stronger than despair. The torch still burns, and we will keep its flame alive until every hostage returns home.โ€ by @emilianolavi
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Moshe Lavi (@emilianolavi) has an important message to all the celebrities at the #Oscars who are calling for a ceasefire. 

It's unbelievable that this even has to be said. 253 people wetr ripped from their homes 157 days ago, including his brother in law Omri Miran. 134 still remain hostages.

Wear the ๐ŸŽ— to show your solidarity and raise awareness.  All we want is for them to come home. 
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#bringthemhomenow #bringthemhome #bringomrihome #israel #oscars #hollywood by @emilianolavi
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Yesterday, the 40th day since Hamas and their accomplices launched their attack on Israel and abducted Omri Miran, my brother-in-law, alongside 238 other captives, I published a guest essay/op-ed piece in the New York Times (@nytimes ), arguing that "The lives of hostages like Omri are at stake, and those who define themselves as either pro-Israeli or pro-Palestinian must not fail them when they rally behind one cause or another, whether as members of the public or as elected officials and public servants in governments, parliaments and international organizations." The cause of the hostages is humanitarian; releasing them is a universal humanitarian imperative.

As my op-ed was published, I completed two days of advocacy work in Congress, meeting elected officials of different parties and affiliations. In our meetings, I and other families of hostages continued echoing our plea that all relevant stakeholders must work tirelessly until all hostages are released and returned to their loved ones. We stressed that "addressing the plight of hostages is not a diversion from the broader political and military issues at the heart of the Israel-Hamas conflict. Freedom for our captives โ€” freedom for Omri โ€” will affirm our universal commitment to human rights, justice, and compassion. Please help us, the heartbroken families, to #bringthemhome ."

Link: The Hostages Are Not a Diversion From This War. Theyโ€™re at the Heart of It.  https://www.nytimes.com/2023/11/15/opinion/hostages-israel-war.html?unlocked_article_code=1.-kw.i_h2.vT2IPMEwBmiJ&smid=nytcore-android-share

#bringthemhome #bringthemhomenow #bringthemhomesafe #bringomrihome #newyorktimes taken in Manhattan, New York City, USA by @emilianolavi
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3 years ago
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One year ago today, after 738 days, I came home. Back to my family. Back to life ๐Ÿ’›

ืœืคื ื™ ืฉื ื” ื‘ื“ื™ื•ืง, ืื—ืจื™ 738 ื™ืžื™ื ื‘ืฉื‘ื™, ื—ื–ืจืชื™ ื”ื‘ื™ืชื”. ืœืžืฉืคื—ื” ืฉืœื™. ืœื—ื™ื™ื ๐Ÿ’› taken in Israel ื™ืฉืจืืœ by @emilianolavi
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and there was night, and there was morning. Genesis 1:5 
@omrimiranishome by @emilianolavi
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4 days ago
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โจ	ื”ื™ื•ื ืื ื—ื ื• ืžืฆื™ื™ื ื™ื ืฉื ื” ืœื™ื•ื ืฉื‘ื• ืขืžืจื™ ืžื™ืจืŸ ืฉื•ื—ืจืจ ื•ืฉื‘ ื”ื‘ื™ืชื” ืžื”ืฉื‘ื™ ื”ื ื•ืจื.

ืฉื ื” ืžืื– ืฉื”ื—ื™ื‘ื•ืง ืฉืœ ืœื™ืฉื™, ืขืœืžื ื•ืจื•ื ื™ ื”ืคืš ืžื’ืขื’ื•ืข ืฆื•ืจื‘ ืœืžืฆื™ืื•ืช. ืฉื ื” ืžืื– ืฉื”ืงื”ื™ืœื” ืฉืœื ื• ืงื™ื‘ืœื” ื‘ื—ื–ืจื” ื—ืœืง ื›ืœ ื›ืš ื™ืงืจ ืžื”ืœื‘ ืฉืœื”.

ื‘ืชื•ืš ื”ื™ืžื™ื ื”ื›ื•ืื‘ื™ื ื•ื”ืืจื•ื›ื™ื ื‘ื”ื ืคื™ืœืœื ื• ืœืฉื•ื‘ื• ืฉืœ ืขืžืจื™, ื”ืชื›ื ืกื ื• ืงื”ื™ืœืช ื ื—ืœ ืขื•ื– ืœืฉื™ืจ ื™ื—ื“ ืืช ื”ืฉื™ืจ โ€œืขื•ื“ ื ื™ืคื’ืฉ". ืฉื™ืจ ืฉื”ื™ื” ืขื‘ื•ืจื ื• ืชืคื™ืœื” ืงื”ื™ืœืชื™ืช, ืื—ื™ื–ื” ื‘ืฉืคื™ื•ืช, ื•ื”ื‘ื˜ื—ื” ืฉืœื—ืฉื ื• ืœืขืžืจื™ ื•ืœืขืฆืžื ื•: "ืœื, ืืœ ืชื“ืื’ - ื–ื” ืงืจื•ื‘, ืงืจื•ื‘".

ืขืžืจื™ ื”ื™ืงืจ, ื›ืžื” ื˜ื•ื‘ ืฉืืชื” ื‘ื‘ื™ืช. โค๏ธ

ืขื•ื“ ื ื™ืคื’ืฉ
ืžื™ืœื™ื: ืืจื™ืง ืื™ื ืฉื˜ื™ื™ืŸ
ืœื—ืŸ: ืฉื ื˜ื•ื‘ ืœื•ื™
ืขื™ื‘ื•ื“ ื•ื”ืคืงื” ืžื•ืกื™ืงืœื™ืช: ืืกืฃ ืื•ืคืง ืื‘ืจื‘ื•ืš โ€“ AA Music

ืฉื™ืจื”: ื™ืขืœ ื™ื’ืจ, ื ื“ื‘ ืฆื‘ืจื™, ืงื”ื™ืœืช ื ื—ืœ ืขื•ื– 2025
ืงืจื™ืื”: ืขืœืžื, ืจื•ื ื™ ื•ืœื™ืฉื™ ืžื™ืจืŸ ืœื‘ื™ื

ื”ืคืงืช ื•ื™ื“ืื•: ื“ืื‘ืœ ืฉืฉ ื”ืคืงื•ืช
ืฆื™ืœื•ื: ืืœื™ืจืŸ ื“ืžืจื™, ื”ื™ืืœื™ ื’ื™ืœ, ืืจื™ ื’ื™ืœืขื“
ื”ืคืงื” ื‘ืคื•ืขืœ: ืื”ื‘ื™ ื ื—ืžื ื™, ื“ืจ ื’ืœืคื–
ืขืจื™ื›ื”: ืื•ืจื™ ืฉืžื•ืืœื™

ื’ื™ื˜ืจื•ืช, ืงืœื™ื“ื™ื, ืชื›ื ื•ืชื™ื: ืืกืฃ ืื•ืคืง ืื‘ืจื‘ื•ืš
ื‘ืก, ื’ื™ื˜ืจื•ืช: ืื‘ื™ื‘ ืžื•ืจ
ืžื™ืงืก & ืžืืกื˜ืจื™ื ื’: ืืกืฃ ืื•ืคืง ืื‘ืจื‘ื•ืš
ื”ื•ืงืœื˜ ื‘ืื•ืœืคืŸ ืฉืœ ืืกืฃ ืื•ืคืง ืื‘ืจื‘ื•ืš โ€“ AA Music ืชืœ ืื‘ื™ื‘, ืื•ืœืคื ื™ ืžืฆืœื•ืœ (ื˜ื›ื ืื™ ื”ืงืœื˜ื”: ื™ืื™ืจ ื˜ืจื’ื ื•)
ืกื˜ื•ื“ื™ื• ื‘ืงื™ื‘ื•ืฅ ื”ื–ื•ืจืข: ื“ื” ืกื˜ื•ื“ื™ื• (ื˜ื›ื ืื™ โ€“ ื ื“ื‘ ื—ื‘ื™ื‘)

ื”ืคืงื”: ืงื”ื™ืœืช ื ื—ืœ ืขื•ื– 
ืชื•ื“ื•ืช: ืืžื™ืจ ืื™ื™ื ืฉื˜ื™ื™ืŸ, ืงื™ื‘ื•ืฅ ืขื™ืŸ ื’ื“ื™

ืขื•ื“ ื ื™ืคื’ืฉ โ€“ ืงื™ื‘ื•ืฅ ื ื—ืœ ืขื•ื–
ืžื™ืœื™ื: ืืจื™ืง ืื™ื™ื ืฉื˜ื™ื™ืŸ
ืœื—ืŸ: ืฉื ื˜ื•ื‘ ืœื•ื™
ืขื™ื‘ื•ื“: ืืกืฃ ืื•ืคืง ืื‘ืจื‘ื•ืš

ื‘ื ืœื• ื”ืœื™ืœื”, ื•ืฉืงื˜ ืขื›ืฉื™ื•.
ื‘ื ื’ืขื’ื•ืข, ืœืจืื•ืช ืœื—ื‘ืง ืื•ืชืš
ืžื” ืฉืขื•ื‘ืจ ื‘ื™, ื–ื” ื™ื•ืชืจ ืžืžื™ืœื™ื
ื™ืฉ ื›ืืŸ ื”ื›ืœ ืื‘ืœ ืื™ืŸ ืื•ืชืš.

ืืช ืฉื•ื‘ ืขื•ื‘ืจืช ื™ืžื™ื ืœื ืงืœื™ื
ืื™ืš ืืช ืฉื•ืžืจืช ื•ืžื” ืขื ื”ื—ื™ื•ื›ื™ื
ืžื” ืืช ื—ื•ืฉื‘ืช ื–ื” ืงืฉื” ื‘ืžื™ืœื™ื
ื™ืฉ ื›ืืŸ ื”ื›ืœ ืื‘ืœ ืื™ืŸ ืื•ืชืš.

ืขื•ื“ ื ื™ืคื’ืฉ ื•ื™ื”ื™ื” ืœื ื• ื˜ื•ื‘
ื–ื” ื™ื”ื™ื” ื‘ืงืจื•ื‘, ืงืจื•ื‘
ืฉื ื™ื ื• ื‘ื™ื—ื“ ื™ื”ื™ื” ืœื ื• ื˜ื•ื‘
ืœื, ืืœ ืชื“ืื’, ื–ื” ืงืจื•ื‘, ืงืจื•ื‘.
ื ื” ื ื” ื ื” ื ื”..

ืžื” ืœืกืคืจ ืœืš ื•ื–ื” ืจืง ืžื›ืชื‘ (ืžื” ืœืกืคืจ ืœืš)
ืžื” ืœืชืืจ ืœืš ื•ืื™ืš ืœืขื ื™ื™ืŸ ืื•ืชืš
ืžื” ืœืกืคืจ - ืœื ืžื•ืฆืืช ืœื™ ืžื™ืœื™ื
ื™ืฉ ื›ืืŸ ื”ื›ืœ, ืื‘ืœ, ืื™ืŸ ืื•ืชืš.
ืื‘ืœ ืื™ืŸ ืื•ืชืš!

ืขื•ื“ ื ื™ืคื’ืฉ ื•ื™ื”ื™ื” ืœื ื• ื˜ื•ื‘
ื–ื” ื™ื”ื™ื” ื‘ืงืจื•ื‘, ืงืจื•ื‘
ืฉื ื™ื ื• ื‘ื™ื—ื“ ื™ื”ื™ื” ืœื ื• ื˜ื•ื‘
ืœื, ืืœ ืชื“ืื’, ื–ื” ืงืจื•ื‘, ืงืจื•ื‘.
ื ื” ื ื” ื ื” ื ื”.. 

ืขื•ื“ ื ื™ืคื’ืฉ ื•ื™ื”ื™ื” ืœื ื• ื˜ื•ื‘
ื–ื” ื™ื”ื™ื” ื‘ืงืจื•ื‘, ืงืจื•ื‘

ืฉื ื™ื ื• ื‘ื™ื—ื“ ื™ื”ื™ื” ืœื ื• ื˜ื•ื‘
ืœื, ืืœ ืชื“ืื’, ื–ื” ืงืจื•ื‘, ืงืจื•ื‘.
ื–ื” ืงืจื•ื‘, ืงืจื•ื‘.โฉ by @emilianolavi
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4 days ago
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October 8, one year ago.

The day before, it felt like we had done everything we could.

Since the inauguration, we had reached everyone we needed to in the Trump Administration, all the way up to the President. We had made the case, proposed ideas, pushed every avenue we could think of. It culminated on October 7 in a powerful vigil in Washington, where members of the Administration stood with us and embraced the hostage families.

By the next morning, it felt like all that was left was to wait.

For me, it was also a workday. I had just joined a new project and was eager to focus on something normal for a few hours. Slides. Video calls. Financial models. Investment theses.

Then the rumours started.

Lishay and several other hostage families and captivity survivors were at a yoga session in memory of Carmel Gat, murdered in captivity, when word began to spread that a deal had been reached.

I left what I was doing and rushed back to the Sukkah of Hope at the Kennedy Center, the same place where we had stood with the Administration just a day earlier.

I found my sister there.

Everything changed very quickly after that. There were tears, hugs, phone calls, cigarettes, alcohol, fragments of information. We wanted to celebrate, but after two years of rumours and disappointment, none of us really knew how to let ourselves believe it yet.

Then we were asked to make a statement to the White House on behalf of the hostage families.

Nobody else volunteered, so it fell to me. I remember standing there, trying to find words, improvise as I go, for something I could barely process myself.

Later, we went to Matan & Bar's, who established the DC branch of the Forum, house. Secretary Howard Lutnick and his wife Allison joined us there.

And then the President called.

He confirmed that the hostages would be home on Monday.

I told him, โ€œBlessed are the peacemakers,โ€ and thanked him for everything he had done for us.

That was the moment it finally began to feel real, especially as our family woke up to the news in Israel.

They were coming home. Omri was coming home.

๐Ÿ“ธ: @alonk_photography & @liri_agami taken in Washington, DC by @emilianolavi
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ื‘ืคืขื ื”ืจืืฉื•ื ื” ืžื–ื” ืฉืœื•ืฉ ืฉื ื™ื ืื ื—ื ื• ืžืฆื™ื™ื ื™ื ืืช ื”-7.10 ื›ืฉืื™ืŸ ืขื•ื“ ื—ื˜ื•ืคื™ื ื‘ืขื–ื”. 

ื”ื™ื•ื ืœืคื ื™ ืฉื ื”, ืขืžื“ื ื• ื™ื—ื“ ื‘-Washington DC ืžืฉืคื—ื•ืช ื”ื—ื˜ื•ืคื™ื ืขื ื›ืœ ื—ื‘ืจื™ ื”ืงื‘ื™ื ื˜ ืฉืœ ืžืžืฉืœ ื˜ืจืืžืค @potus ื•ืงืจืื ื• ืงืจื™ืื” ื‘ืจื•ืจื” ืœืฉื—ืจืจ ืืช ื›ืœ ื”ื—ื˜ื•ืคื™ื ืฉื ื•ืชืจื• ื‘ืขื–ื” ื‘ืื•ืคืŸ ืžื™ื™ื“ื™. ื™ื•ื ืœืื—ืจ ืžื›ืŸ, ื‘-8.10 ื”ื’ื™ืข ื”ื”ื•ื“ืขื” ืขืœ ื”ืขืกืงื” ืžืžืฆืจื™ื. ื‘-13.10 ื”ื—ืœื• ื‘ืฉื—ืจื•ืจื. 

ื ื›ื•ืŸ, ื›ื•ืœื ืดื—ื–ืจื•ืด - ืื‘ืœ ืœื ื›ื•ืœื ื—ื–ืจื• ื›ืžื• ืฉื”ื™ื• ืฆืจื™ื›ื™ื ืœื—ื–ื•ืจ. ืžืขืœ ืœ-40 ื—ื˜ื•ืคื™ื ื ืจืฆื—ื• ื‘ืขื•ื“ื ื‘ืฉื‘ื™ ื•ืฉื•ืจื“ื™ ื”ืฉื‘ื™ ื›ื•ืœื ื›ืื—ื“ ื™ืขื™ื“ื• ืขืœ ืขืฆืžื ืฉื”ื ืœื ืื•ืชื• ื”ืื“ื ืฉื”ื™ื• ืœืคื ื™ ื›ืŸ, ื›ืš ื’ื ืžืฉืคื—ื•ืชื™ื”ื. 

ืœื ื ื•ื›ืœ ืœืžื ื•ืข ืืกื•ืŸ ื ื•ืกืฃ ื‘ืœื™ ืœื”ื‘ื™ืŸ ืœืขื•ืžืง, ืœืขื‘ื“, ื•ืœื ืกื•ืช ืœืชืงืŸ ื›ื—ื‘ืจื” ืืช ืžื” ืฉื”ื•ื‘ื™ืœ ืœ-7.10. ื™ืฉ ืชื—ื•ืฉื” ื›ื–ื• ืฉืจื•ืฆื™ื ืœื”ืชืงื“ื ืื‘ืœ ืื™ ืืคืฉืจ ืœื”ืชืงื“ื ื‘ืœื™ ื”ืชื”ืœื™ืš ื”ื–ื”. 

ื”-7.10 ืœื ื™ื›ื•ืœ ืœื”ื™ื•ื•ืชืจ ื™ื•ื ื”ื ืฆื—ื” ื‘ืœื‘ื“ ืืœื ื™ื•ื ืžืขืฉื” ื‘ื• ืื ื—ื ื• ืžืกืชื›ืœื™ื ื›ื—ื‘ืจื” ื‘ืœื‘ืŸ ืฉืœ ื”ืขื™ืŸ ืฉืœ ืžืฉืคื—ื•ืช ื”ื ืจืฆื—ื™ื ื•ื”ื—ื˜ื•ืคื™ื ื•ืฉื•ืืœื™ื ืื•ืชื ื›ื™ืฆื“ ืืคืฉืจ ืœืขื–ื•ืจ. ืžื•ืฉื™ื˜ื™ื ื™ื“ ื›ื“ื™ ืœืืคืฉืจ ืœื”ื ืœืื—ื•ืช ืืช ืฉื‘ืจื™ ื”ื—ื™ื™ื ืฉืœื”ื ืฉืฆืจื™ืš ืœื”ื“ื‘ื™ืง ื‘ืขื“ื™ื ื•ืช ื•ื‘ืกื‘ืœื ื•ืช ืœืื•ืจืš ื–ืžืŸ. ืชืกืชื›ืœื• ืขืœ ื”ืžืฉืคื—ื•ืช ื”ืžื“ื”ื™ืžื•ืช ื‘ืชืžื•ื ื” ื•ืชื“ืขื• ืฉื”ืŸ ื›ื•ืœืŸ ืขื“ื™ื™ืŸ ืžืชืžื•ื“ื“ื•ืช ืขื ื”ื”ืฉืœื›ื•ืช ืฉืœ ื”-7.10. 

ืื™ืŸ ื›ืžืขื˜ ืฉื•ืจื“ื™ ืฉื‘ื™ ืื• ืžืฉืคื—ื•ืช ื—ื˜ื•ืคื™ื ืฉื—ื–ืจื• ืœืขื™ืกื•ืงื ื”ืงื•ื“ื. ื”ื–ื›ื•ื™ื•ืช ืฉืœื”ื ืœื ืžืขื•ื’ื ื•ืช ื‘ื—ื•ืง ื‘ืื•ืคืŸ ืจืื•ื™, ื•ืžืขืจื›ืช ื”ืชืžื™ื›ื” ืื™ื ื” ืžืกืคืงืช. ื›ืŸ, ื’ื ืฉืœื•ืฉ ืฉื ื™ื ืื—ืจื™. 

ืื—ื“ ืžื”ืืจื’ื•ื ื™ื ื”ื˜ื•ื‘ื™ื ืฉืขื•ื–ืจื™ื ืœืžืฉืคื—ื•ืช ืœื”ืฉืชืงื ื”ื•ื 255 - https://hostages255.org - ืชืœืžื“ื• ืขืœื™ื”ื, ืชืชืžื›ื• ื‘ื”ื @255hostages taken in Kennedy Center For Performing Arts by @emilianolavi
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A few thoughts on the eve of October 7

Over the past week, I found myself going back through photographs and videos from the two long years between October 2023 and October 2025. Trying to remember it all, and especially all the moments no camera captured. The pain, fear and exhaustion, but also the hope we somehow kept finding, the people who stood beside us, and the goodness we encountered along the way.

A year ago, I stood in Central Park with hostage families, captivity survivors, including @keithsiege (in the photo), and thousands of loving New Yorkers. Omri was still in Gaza.

From there, I travelled to Washington, D.C., to advocate with the Trump Administration for a deal and commemorate October 7. That journey ended on October 13 in Israel, watching Omri finally return home after 738 days.

The distance between then and now sometimes feels impossible to comprehend. A year ago today, I helped my sister Lishay prepare the words she would read to members of the Trump Administration commemorating October 7 with us. This week, I helped Omri prepare his own words for tomorrowโ€™s official European Union commemoration event in Strasbourg.

A year ago, we were speaking for him. Tomorrow, he will speak for himself.

It will be the first October 7 since his return, and I donโ€™t quite know how it will feel. There is enormous relief in no longer wondering where he is, whether he is hungry or afraid. But relief does not erase the people we lost, the lives forever changed, or those two years that became part of who we are.

Perhaps tomorrow is about holding all of it at once: grief and gratitude, pain and hope. Remembering the worst of humanity without forgetting its goodness.

In this fragment from my speech in Central Park last year in the commemoration event if October 7, I spoke about why October 7 and the hostage crisis should never be only our story, but something from which all humanity should learn.

The hostages are home but our responsibility to the world remains: to pursue justice, protect our shared humanity, and choose goodness, especially when the world gives us reasons not to. taken in New York City by @emilianolavi
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Sukkot Reflections

A year ago, at the beginning of Sukkot, I stood with my sister Lishay in the Sukkah of Hope in Washington, DC, alongside hostage families, survivors of captivity, and senior members of the Trump Administration. Many good people at @bringhomenow_us brought it to life, including @allisonlut19, @dana_cwaigrach, and @matansivek.

It was October 7, two years since Omri was kidnapped from Nahal Oz in front of Lishay and my nieces, Roni and Alma. We spoke about hope and bringing the hostages home, not knowing that the following day the deal that would finally do so would be announced.

I've thought about that sukkah a lot this week. I spent Erev Sukkot in New York with the family of captivity survivor @evyatar__david. During the hardest days, hostage families became one. Spending a holiday together now, after it all, rather than during it, when every gathering was part of the fight to bring our loved ones home, felt very different.

Tonight, as Sukkot ends and Simchat Torah begins, the calendar takes me back again. Three years ago, Simchat Torah also began on a Friday night, welcoming the holiday and Shabbat that changed our family and country forever.

These holidays now hold grief and hope, destruction and rebuilding.

Perhaps that's why this photograph from Israel moves me so much. This Sukkot, Omri was home, building a sukkah with Roni and Alma.

There is something almost biblical in that simple act. A man torn from his home returned to it. A father stolen from his children is there to build for them again.

A sukkah is fragile and temporary, yet we fill it with family, life and hope. After everything that was destroyed, we build again.

October will always carry October 7. But now it also carries October 8, when we learned there was a deal, and October 13, when, after 738 days, Omri came home. Maybe I'll share more as those days arrive. Maybe I won't. I'm still learning what it means to approach them from this side of the story.

But this year, instead of asking the world to bring Omri home, I get to see from afar as he rebuilds his home and his life with Lishay, Roni and Alma.

Shabbat Shalom & Chag Samech by @emilianolavi
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A Tale of Two Semi-Finals

In May, I watched Arsenal face Atleฬtico Madrid in my first Champions League semi-final. Two months later, I watched England face Argentina in my first World Cup semi-final.

These were the kinds of matches I had dreamed of attending for years. Somehow, both became real within the space of two months.

The results could hardly have been more different. One ended in euphoria, the other in heartbreak. Yet both gave me the same feeling: being completely present inside my own life.

For a long time, my family lived in a suspended state, defined by absence, uncertainty and the hope that Omri would return.

When he finally did, life came back slowly. A laugh without guilt. A plan made for the future. A sense that time was moving again.

Football became part of that return for me this year. Arsenal and England gave me places to feel deeply again, to lose myself in something and to recognise a part of myself that had been missing.

Today, England play for third place in Miami. Tomorrow, the final I had imagined watching them play at MetLife will go on without them, and this time I will be far from the stands.

The tournament is moving on, but part of me is still on Wednesday in Atlanta, watching in real time a match that has already entered World Cup lore.

Like that night with Arsenal, it feels suspended somewhere between memory and feeling, the kind of occasion you spend years imagining and still struggle to believe while it is happening.

Football, I love you so much ๐Ÿ”ด๐Ÿด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟโšช๏ธ by @emilianolavi
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France โ€™98 is where it all started.

It was my first World Cup, and it came two summers after my first trip outside Israel, to France, the Netherlands and England. With Israel absent, I was naturally drawn to those national teams, while Italy held a special place because it was my dadโ€™s chosen team.

But really, it was about the players. Zidane, Ronaldo, Batistuta, Bergkamp, Del Piero, Owen, Laudrup, SฬŒuker. Names that still take me straight back to childhood, to the TV screen and the Panini sticker albums.

Back then, France had a slight edge because of one magical player, Zinedine Zidane, and the incredible team around him. But four years later, my growing Arsenal obsession sealed it. @england became my team.

I still remember the 2002 quarter-final against Brazil. Ronaldinhoโ€™s free kick. David Seaman, my Arsenal goalkeeper, caught off his line. That sinking feeling as England went out. That match has stayed with me ever since.

Yesterday, 24 years later, I finally watched England in person for the first time. And not just any match. A World Cup quarter-final against Norway, the country where I spent two formative years of high school.

The songs before kick-off. The nerves. Going behind. The comeback. The celebrations. Thousands of England fans living every second together.

From 1998 to 2026. My first England match. My first World Cup quarter-final in person. And this time, England were the ones heading to the semi-final.

I doubt Iโ€™ll be there to watch England take on Argentina in person, but who knows? All it takes is one second of a YOLO mindset. Either way, I canโ€™t wait for the whistle to blow and for another World Cup classic to begin.

P.S. Itโ€™s (maybe) coming home ๐Ÿด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ taken in Hard Rock Stadium by @emilianolavi
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