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Middle Eastern Maths

They get 5 live terrorists (including 1 who killed two a father and his daughter and was responsible for the girl's mother asphyxiating the other daughter).

We get 2 dead soldiers and some very suspect information on the whereabouts of one other.

This is mathematics according the Middle Eastern rules. So why is it, that for us, the Jews, the numbers don't really add up?

Why is it that we have to receive death for life? Why is it that we feel so much more pain than they feel happiness? Why do our boys' lives mean so much more to them than their brothers' captivity?

When their fervour is over, our desparation will still be engraved inside our hearts. For us, the maths have always meant so much more than simply numbers and that's why this evening, although I grieve, I thank G-d that I was born a member of such an amazing nation.

In the end. we will prevail, even when 2 + 2 = 0.

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