Powerful, wish it was my writing, was asked to share, so here it is.

Hi Bibi. The truth, it is odd to call you Bibi.
Odd, as I was forbidden to address you by your private name in all the years that I’ve been your shadow.
Do you remember me? I am Nir Aden.
No?… Maybe try to concentrate. Still nothing?

I was one of those willing to lose their life for you.
I was one of those who went through aggressive courses in the Israeli Security Service to change my human instincts, be ready to jump on you, to protect you with my body when you are in danger.
Still don’t remember?

I am one of those that you and many more called the “salt of the earth” from those who served in the army, from those who buried friends, from those that followed you “blindly.”
Nothing? still nothing?

I am the one who once aggressively neutralized a person who wanted to protest at the Likud Congress, I am the one that stood countless hours outside your house in winter, summer, Saturdays, and holidays.

We traveled together in the world, you and me.
I always sat in the front, and you at the back, I would open the door for you every morning, saying good morning.
I’m the one who was the fly on the wall in the White House meetings, in the pit in the Kirya, and in other delusional places.
I’m the one who was ready to kill, in your name, for you.
Is memory starting to come back?
No huh?

I’m the one who knows your house in Balfour better than my own house, I’m the guy who always stood by your right shoulder, and I’m the person whose left ear always heard too much. (Because in the right ear, there was an earphone stuck)
I’m the one that was proud to protect you.
I’m the one who was brainwashed.
I’m the one who traveled with you in the big world, the one who went with you to demonstrations, and I’m also the one who can’t explain to my children why I did it.

You will not remember me. I’m not important to you.
Only you are important to you.

So guess what? Yesterday I came to visit you, yes, yes, in Balfour.

I’m the one that if you wake him up in the middle of the night, he’ll know in 37 seconds to reach every house in the vicinity with his eyes closed.
The one who chose to protect democracy.
I’m the one who knows the art of war that you invented.
The one who knows the steaks you make.
I’m the one who heard yesterday the voices of despair of our people in the left demonstration, and right demonstration from the other side of the street.
I’m the one who was beaten by police yesterday just because I came to exercise my democratic fundamental right in Jerusalem.
I’m the one who suffered a stream of water with unreasonable power, an extreme means to disperse protesters, simply because the police don’t have the ability to bridge between the parties.

And you Bibi? You didn’t even come out to say hello, or sorry, or thank you.
You were scared.

But hear something, I felt you, I knew you were sitting in the same favorite chair of yours on the patio in Balfour, listening and swinging from side to side in discomfort.

I’m also the one whose grandfather, Abraham Aden “Bern,” hung the “ink flag” with his friends in Umm Rush Rush in 1949.
The one that his uncle was the finance minister, Yitzhak Moda’i.
The one that his father, Omer Eden, commanded combat pilots in the Air Force.
The one whose brothers and sisters served and were injured in the army.

And today? Today you no longer remember.
Not my friends, not my brothers and sisters, not my uncle, not my father and not my grandfather, and for sure not me.

But I do! I remember.
And today, I’m the one who’s ashamed.
I am the one who is sad.
I look into the eyes of my two sons, and I don’t know how to answer their worried looks.
I thought it would be right to suggest that you take a minute to read the Independence Scroll,
it has a paragraph on the vision of the country of Israel; if you forgot, then here it is:

“The state of Israel will be open to Jewish immigration and bringing Jews from all over the world; will be dedicated to the development of the country for the benefit of all its inhabitants; will be based on the foundations of freedom, will secure freedom for religious belief; justice and peace in light of the vision of the prophets of Israel; will maintain equal social and political rights for all its citizens regardless of religion, race and sex; will ensure freedom of religion, conscience, language, education and culture; will protect The holy places of all religions” (end of quote)

Do you remember Bibi? Do you remember those words?
I really hope so because you swear allegiance to fulfill them; you swear to lead your partners to realize the vision.
Your ministers, do they even know this vision?
Maybe it’s best that you refresh their memory.

So maybe now you remember,
And maybe you’re trying to forget.

The nation is divided, bibi, and you’re cut off, like the government you assembled with your pet puppet.

Listen to what I tell you.
I felt this yesterday when I visited you at your home in Balfour.
I think it’s your time to go away; let us rebuild our broken country, give your place away to real leaders, clean and with values.
Leaders like those who sign the same Declaration of Independence, those who bled for our democracy.
Those whose public interest precedes their personal interest.
Those who don’t lie and don’t steal.
They don’t do “scam deals.”
And they didn’t come here for the sake of Power, Money, and Respect.

I know you Bibi, I know you well, and that’s exactly why it’s clear to me that you won’t get up and go away, but it was important to me to say hello to you, to tell you that yesterday I came to visit and to tell you that I and all my social circles, had enough of you, we are here to fight for our country, we are here to turn our country towards her original vision.