The contents are as follows:
One broken SLR camera with film in it
3 Army badges
1 Red Beret
1 envelope of developed film
1 remote control
1 empty sunglasses case inside of another empty sunglasses case
1 pair of dogtags
What an eclectic load of things to leave behind. I remember placing my beret and badges lovingly in my cupboard in my room awaiting collection. The other things I don't remember leaving at all.
The old photos show a much thinner me with various relatives during a Pesach holiday. I was April 2004, three months before I left the army. It was that holiday that made me realise that signing up for a third year was a waste of time. That holiday changed everything.
The things I left behind remind me what a hurry I was in to get away. How rushed I was to leave, I didn't tell anyone on the kibbutz I just abandoned what I couldn't carry and quietly set off with my suitcase to the airport, a plane for England waited and so did several years of...wondering why I had left and why I had gone there at all.
I am wearing my dogtags now, the tags i discarded without even a thought, I hadn't thought of them until I saw them again
all seems so surreal and strange now...like the circle has closed itself