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Gil Mildar
As the song says, a Latin American with no money in his pocket.

Mal’achim

My brother told me, almost lamenting, that my writings are too dark. “You need to be lighter,” he insisted, as if it were easy to find lightness living in Israel, with fascists controlling the country and tension hanging in the air like a permanent shadow. I promised him I’d try, and here I am, searching for light between the lines of everyday life.

So, let’s talk about the people around me, those I have the pleasure of interacting with daily or who cross my path for just a few minutes. These are my everyday Mal’achim, the ones with a special glow, a unique charm that reminds us life still holds beauty. Sometimes we mistake these people for angels or celestial beings, but they are, in fact, as human as we are. I’m talking about the souls that enter our lives and fill our days with small joys and grand gestures. They are the ones who look you in the eye when the truth needs to come out, who give sincere compliments and apologize with the innocence of a child.

These are the firm, genuine, transparent, and kind people. The ones who, with a smile, a kiss, a hug, or a word, can turn a gray day into one full of color. They are the ones who make mistakes, get things right, and are not afraid to say “I don’t know.” They are the dreamers, the friends who leave indelible marks on our lives, deep yearnings. They are the ones who make a difference, who live intensely in great love.

These people are the true architects of our happiness. They don’t build cathedrals but rather sanctuaries of unforgettable moments, grounded in honesty and affection. They carry with them the magic of transforming the ordinary into something extraordinary, painting our routines with the vibrant colors of companionship and sincerity.

In times of darkness, these illuminated Mal’achim remind us that there is still light. They are the unsung heroes of our lives, the ones who teach us that life isn’t made of grand events alone, but of small acts of kindness and a sincere love that shows itself in the most trivial things. They are living proof that humanity can still be beautiful, amidst the chaos and superficiality of the modern world.

Trust those who, even without wings, can make you fly. Who, without being divine, make you believe in the divine. Because, in the end, they are the ones who maintain the invisible thread that connects us to what is most human and true.

And so, brother, maybe I can be lighter, even amidst the chaos, because these everyday Mal’achim exist. And as long as they are here, there is hope for all of us.

About the Author
As a Brazilian, Jewish, and humanist writer, I embody a rich cultural blend that influences my worldview and actions. Six years ago, I made the significant decision to move to Israel, a journey that not only connects me to my ancestral roots but also positions me as an active participant in an ongoing dialogue between the past, present, and future. My Latin American heritage and life in Israel have instilled a deep commitment to diversity, inclusion, and justice. Through my writing, I delve into themes of authoritarianism, memory, and resistance, aiming not just to reflect on history but to actively contribute to the shaping of a more just and equitable future. My work is an invitation for reflection and action, aspiring to advance human dignity above all.
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