I remember Eli working in the garden every Friday and Dina playing. I was with Dina in a literature class with the writer Naomi Frenkel. I knew Dina from all sorts of sides, but there was also something simple and friendly about her and she did not hesitate to put things simply.
When we would meet, many times we would meet in the library and we would talk, Dina would tell how much she is not perfect, how much she is not a perfect mother and not a perfect woman. That's how she felt and that's how she spoke.
I saw Dina as a princess. Although she was very much a part of the neighborhood and the neighbors and Kiryat Arba on the one hand, and on the other hand she had something different, in her delicacy, her interest, the music and her playing voice.
Dina was Tamira and so beautiful and had something very, very special in her that always came to my heart. The music, the aesthetics and everything is always in humor.
On Sukkot, Eli and Dina used to come to our sukkah for the joy of Beit Hashoeva, we sang a lot together, we argued together but always in pleasantness and humor that was fun to argue, there was never a residue or anything left. We always came out of it happy and feeling good.
Dina's smile, her gentleness and her wisdom accompany me all the time.