גרסת המקור בעברית למטה
Nioti, can you believe it, six years have passed, six years and I’m already older than you.
Six years and I am trying to understand how it makes sense that you disappeared.
Before we had a chance to really get to know each other, before we managed to put all our silliness aside and rally talk about life and to stop being kids. Simply to love.
You left me in the middle of life, just when I needed you the most. We were going to be in the army together, to trade stories about our treks, to talk about the next trip, maybe even travel together, to talk about our studies and way of life, to go crazy at Asor’s and Mizmor’s weddings. Because you and are are two crazy people.
Six years that your death is a lump in my throat. I didn’t know what it meant for me, what I feel, how I express it.