Iapproached him in the crowd in Tel Aviv’s Hostage Square because of what he was wearing.
It was a black T-shirt bearing two faces of the missing.
Two hostages.
Two of the hundreds whose taking two years ago started this terrible war.
The gentleman’s name was Itzik Horn, a retired teacher and principal.
I asked his age, and I was surprised he wasn’t older. His eyes – and lined face – spoke of a journey longer than his 71 years.
Did he know these two young men?
He nodded, gravely.
Yes, he knew them well.
They were his sons.
That day I spoke to him, the war was 103 days and 10 hours old. I know this because of a huge digital clock in the square that marked it down to the second.
When I saw the clock, I wondered if hostage families like Itzik Horn’s would have to wait another 100