A true patriot and lover of Eretz
I met Tsafrir in the early 1970’s when he was in 11th grade on the kibbutz that he was born on. He was a jack-in-the-box as a kid and stayed that way as a mature adult. A true embodiment of the quintessential Israeli sabra, always acting the bold, macho image but deep down a soft man.
I lost touch with him when I left
We used to see each other in the dining hall on Friday evenings when he visited his family but by then he was into his own political thing that was light years away from my ideology. We never got to sit and chat like we used to until I changed my ideology and Tsafrir was there like a shot to guide me along the “true path”.
He made a point that I learn the true meaning of Zionism and the love of Eretz
Tsafrir will be missed mostly, of course, by his wife and daughters about whom he would talk at every chance with great pride and love. I will miss him greatly because he was my teacher and mentor in the new path that I have recently chosen.
There is now no-one in my circle of friends that can argue so vehemently and with so much conviction, passion and with as much insight as Tsafrir Ronen.
Too early, my friend, you left the party too early.