After a few phone calls, we went back to the same square where the demonstration was held. People started to gather - not as many as before, but they kept coming. Wearing black, bearing candles and torches, engulfed in smoke. And we just sat there, watching the white candles dripping tears, the red torches dripping blood. It was warm at the demonstration, but at two in the morning, it was getting so cold.
Every death is a tragedy.
And Rabin was not an easy man. A hard man, and a solider to the bone, which made him unpopular amongst both sides, pro and con of the peace process. But he lead this peace process stubbornly, with full fait at heart. Being a soldier, he was hated by many of the Arabs, but he also knew how much we need peace. And for that I loved and admired him, even though I didn't like many of the things he did in his life.