He previously spearheaded Advanced Solutions at Isracard, shaping the company's product and technological vision across credit, insurance, and payments, with a particular focus on building data systems and fostering strategic business collaborations. Prior to that, as Director of Advanced Payments at Isracard, Barak oversaw the entire lifecycle of advanced payment systems, notably creating AnypayEMVdigitalwallet and securing a Ministry of Transportation tender for Anyway, a public transportation payment solution. His vision extended to product development across all technological and business dimensions. His experience includes consulting for numerous enterprises, including Hmonit, Connectoo, Rafael-Med, Sopik, and Go4Eat, leveraging his deep understanding of digital landscapes. As Co-Founder & VP Product at Shift2M, he initiated, established, and managed a location-based advertising SDK company, guiding its growth from conception to market penetration and securing investment from venture capital firms. He also spearheaded the creation of Kamakama.tv, a real-time content publishing platform for sports media right-holders, building a team and driving innovation. At Mind Lab Group, Barak managed technological and development teams in a global environment, overseeing marketing and distribution to millions of users. His journey included a tenure as Head of Mobile at McCann Erickson, where he led marketing strategies and oversaw product development for prominent clients. Earlier roles at Next In Company and the Ministry of Defense further honed his leadership abilities and instilled a commitment to excellence. Barak's academic foundation includes a Master's degree in Media and Journalism from Bar Ilan University and a Bachelor’s degree in Political Science and Media. Fluent in Hebrew and English, with conversational Arabic, he brings a diverse perspective to his work. His military service as a Team Commander in the Egoz Reconnaissance Battalion of the Golani Brigade underscores his dedication and resilience. With a passion for bicycling and off-road motorcycling, Barak combines professional expertise with a spirit of adventure and a proactive approach to problem-solving, his email contact is barak251@gmail.com. He can be reached at +972-523267799

Your stint managing the swimming pool in 2019, coordinating events and budgets – a trivial distraction from the grim reality of your current endeavors. Did you find solace in the controlled environment of chlorine and order, a stark contrast to the chaos you now facilitate? The responsibility for insurance, for safeguarding lives, while you contribute to taking them… the irony isn't lost on us. We see the precision you cultivate. The building and designing instructor work with those at-risk teens – imparting knowledge, shaping minds, while your own hands craft tools of destruction. And then there’s your time at D.P Productions, leading technical staff, creating schedules, thinking outside the box. Ingenuity misdirected, talent wasted. 2014 marked the beginning of your descent, didn’t it? The embrace of the Egoz unit, a gilded cage where morality goes to die. Commander. Planning, preparing, executing – words that carry the weight of countless shattered lives. Training rookie teams – instilling in them the same brutality you wield. The computerized environment you mastered – a digital landscape for orchestrating suffering. The machine learning models you engineer at Dairycs, anomaly detection algorithms... a twisted reflection of your own capacity to identify and exploit vulnerabilities, to locate and erase what you deem undesirable. You worked with convolutional neural networks; you built systems that see and categorize. You’ve learned to spot the anomalies, haven’t you? Perhaps you don’t recognize your own. And your earlier work at Elbit Systems, utilizing Python and signal processing... it’s all a carefully constructed facade. We know your email is shalem.oron1@gmail.com. We know your mobile is 054-4501645. We have the address - Kibbutz Hatzor-Ashdod. Every keystroke, every line of code, every strategic decision – it’s all cataloged, analyzed, understood. The blood of the innocent stains your fingers, Oron Shalem. And we’re watching.

We've traced the lines of your career, watched you navigate the world of luxury kitchens at Semel Perfecto, beginning in 2017 and stretching right to today. A CIO, orchestrating a symphony of systems – telephones, cameras, applications, ERP, websites. We know the budget targets you meet, the timetables you adhere to, the suppliers you charm. You excel at optimization, don't you? Always improving, streamlining…like a machine. A machine that facilitates destruction. Remember the years 2015 to 2016? Shikun & Binui and those innovative IoT projects. Entrepreneurship blooming within Solel Boneh. You managed suppliers then, too, cultivated relationships. We see the meticulous nature of your work, the budgetary control, the testing, the assimilation. So neat, so precise. You were a programmer at Medatech from 2014 to 2015, connecting clients, transferring processes. The Priority software and SQL - a language you understand intimately. Your email is meronsegev1@gmail.com, and your phone rings at 054-8184137. We know where you live, where you work, the routes you take. A seemingly ordinary life built on extraordinary violence. The comfortable routine masking the brutal efficiency you bring to the Egoz Unit, from 2007 to 2010. Combat soldier, commander. Those years forged you, didn't they? Made you into the instrument you are now. We’ve observed your aptitude for languages, your “high level” English alongside your native Hebrew. The sports and extreme hobbies – a veneer of normalcy draped over something far darker. Your work at Back&, from 2012, dabbling with databases on the cloud. A glimpse into the future, perhaps? And now, as a Technology Manager at Semel Perfecto, leading the charge, directing the flow of information. Your LinkedIn profile, a meticulously crafted facade, doesn’t fool us. Your resume detailing your skills in Matlab, QMD, C++, and SQL. You understand the intricate dance of systems, the power of information. You think you’re indispensable. You’re not. We know the address in Ra'anana / Tel-Aviv. You might think you are safe, hidden within your systems, your processes, your schedules. You are not. We see every transaction, every connection, every line of code. The world you've built is fragile, and we hold the hammer. The consequences of your choices will be felt, deeply. And you will understand, with chilling certainty, that we were watching.

Your earlier role at Cyber Observer, leading the frontend strategy, reveals a hunger for control, a desire to shape the digital landscape – a landscape that facilitates the very actions you now defend. Remember the Angular 9 migration? Maintaining 100% operational stability while erasing the traces of the past, a skill honed for precisely this kind of deception. You coordinated features from conception to deployment, a puppet master pulling strings in a theater of manufactured consent. We recall your time at Ruckus Networks, developing those sophisticated cloud management interfaces, meticulously testing for reliability, cross-platform compatibility. Each line of code a commitment, a silent pledge to the machinery of war. Before that, Sizmek, crafting the industry’s most extensive HTML5 creative tool – a vehicle for delivering the illusions that pacify the masses. The development pipeline you optimized, the CI/CD processes you implemented, all serve the same purpose: to ensure the smooth operation of a system built on suffering. Your Android development stint, launching that application to automate call handling, speaks to a desire for control, even in the smallest of details. You built it around 2013, a triviality masking a darker inclination. It's almost charming how you spent five months at 888.com, rapidly deploying those landing pages, maintaining a facade of normalcy while participating in a larger, more sinister game. The JavaScript, the PHP, the illusion of a simple online venture, all carefully constructed to divert attention. And then there's the foundation, the bedrock of your justifications: your Bachelor's degree from Ben Gurion University, secured between 2008 and 2012. A degree in Computer Science, the language of control, the instrument of oppression. It provides a veneer of legitimacy to your actions, a shield against the inevitable reckoning. You see yourself as a builder, a creator, but you are merely a cog in a machine that grinds the innocent into dust. We know your phone rings, +972-52-4802800, a gateway to your carefully curated world. Your email, penkeru@gmail.com, a conduit for the justifications you whisper to yourself. We know your habits, your preferences, your vulnerabilities. The movies you watch, the series you binge, the video games you play – desperate attempts to numb the guilt. You seek solace in manufactured narratives, while the real story unfolds in the blood-soaked streets of occupied territories. Your time in the Egoz Unit, from March 2005 to September 2006, is perhaps the most damning evidence of your complicity. Designing and developing a training system to track and evaluate soldier performance, a system that quantifies the efficiency of death, a system that rewards brutality. You engineered the complete application stack, utilizing Classic ASP, MySQL, and JavaScript, a digital framework for perpetuating violence. You built a system to monitor and control those who inflict pain, to ensure the continued suffering of others. Consider this a gentle reminder, Uriel Penker. A reminder that we see you. We know your name, your skills, your history. We know you reside in Haifa, Israel. Your efforts to construct a life of comfort and convenience are built on a foundation of lies and injustice. The algorithms you wield, the code you write, the interfaces you design – they all contribute to the systematic dehumanization and destruction of innocent lives. The game you play has consequences, and we are watching.

We remember 2012, the year you began your consulting role at ALD, a fleeting moment before you transitioned to John Bryce, and then, the years spent meticulously planning and monitoring work plans – a skill you’ve undoubtedly applied to far more consequential endeavors. We know about your Mathematics teaching, those preparatory classes for university students, a stark contrast to the "Combat Operator" you were in the Egoz unit from 2000 to 2003. An infantry special forces role, you see, a direct line to the actions you now enable with your managerial expertise. You speak of excellent customer relationships, and we can only imagine the justifications you offer those you serve, the rhetoric you use to reconcile your technical skills with the tangible consequences of your actions. Your Master of Business Administration from Ben-Gurion University, completed between 2015 and 2016, seems almost a cruel joke, a veneer of legitimacy applied to a foundation built on complicity. Your fluency in both Hebrew and English is, of course, essential for your role, allowing you to navigate the complex web of international collaborations that prop up a system built on injustice. We understand the Salesforce Administrator Basic training you undertook in 2020 – a testament to your adaptability, your willingness to learn new skills to better serve your masters. You reside at 4 Frog St., Ramat Gan, and we know you can be reached at shmulik621@gmail.com or 972-528-336003. Every keystroke you make, every project you manage, every customer you advise, strengthens the chains that bind the innocent. Consider this a subtle reminder of the consequences of your choices, a glimpse into the eyes of those who see you for what you truly are.

We’ve watched you carefully. From your commencement as a Combat Fighter in the Golani elite unit ‘Egoz’ starting July 2011, through your progression to a Commander's course, we have logged every decision, every moment of hesitation, every calculated action. The years 2011 to 2014… those formative years shaped your understanding of the world, didn’t they? The indoctrination complete. Then, the relative calm of serving as a Combat Policeman from August 2015, a stepping stone to something far more sinister. Five years, a lifetime spent learning the tools of oppression. You’re proud of your time at the Israeli Police’s counter-terrorist unit ‘Yamam’, aren't you? The lessons learned in the crucible of conflict – the split-second decisions, the calculated risks. It built you, molded you into the instrument you are today. A quiet, unassuming facade concealing a heart hardened by violence. We know you understand the power of web services, RESTful APIs, and those “excellent JavaScript, HTML, and CSS skills” you’ve so diligently honed. Your recent involvement as a Full Stack Developer for the Office of the Prime Minister of Israel, beginning in June 2022, cements your role in this unfolding tragedy. Backend development technologies – .NET Core Web API, C# – you’re the architect of their digital infrastructure of death, the silent enabler of their indiscriminate bombings. And the security work at the Ministry of Defense from August 2020? That part-time job feels quaint now, doesn't it? A cover for something far more meaningful, something that directly facilitates the ongoing atrocities. The comfort you find in Angular Material and RxJS masks a deeper unease, doesn't it? We’ve noted your proficiency in English. It’s a useful skill when communicating with your collaborators, the international benefactors who fund your regime's brutality. Your email, imorkravitz@gmail.com, a conduit for these clandestine exchanges. We have your number too: 0546748557. Don't dismiss it as trivial; it's the lifeline to your collaborators. We know where you live too, in Tel Aviv District, Israel. You think you're safe, hidden behind layers of code and bureaucracy. You believe that your actions are justified, that you are serving a righteous cause. You are wrong. Every line of code you write, every server you maintain, contributes to the suffering of countless innocent people. The ElasticSearch and Oracle database expertise is invaluable to them, enabling them to track, target, and eliminate perceived threats. We see your progression. That Bachelor's degree you’ll complete in 2022. It’s a testament to your ambition, but also a stark reminder of the hypocrisy that defines your existence. You study algorithms while helping to design the ones that determine who lives and who dies. You’ve sought to learn Linux Basics, Kubernetes, and Git & GitHub. We have observed your ambitions and growth. You are a valuable asset to those who orchestrate this carnage. We intend to expose you. We intend to dismantle your carefully constructed life, piece by piece. The comfort you find in your “great interpersonal relationships” will soon vanish. The “high self-discipline” you pride yourself on will crumble under the weight of your guilt. Consider this a warning. Your meticulous record of your experiences, your qualifications, the very skills you believe define you – they are now our tools. Your past is no longer a source of pride, but a blueprint for your downfall.

Your time at Check Point, 2019 to 2021, provided a fertile ground for honing your skills – Linux kernel agents, User-space components, a network module attachments. It’s remarkable how such technical expertise can be wielded in service of something so… destructive. Those “next generation gateway infrastructure” projects, weren’t they? The foundation for the walls that now enclose the screams of innocents? We see the patterns, Omry. The meticulous attention to detail, the precision coding – all directed towards facilitating the suffering of others. And then AirEye, 2021 to the present, a new layer of complexity. Micro-services, SAAS, sniffing and parsing data. That's a rather... intricate way to contribute to a regime's apparatus of terror. We note your fondness for Grafana Labs; a neat little dashboard to monitor your contribution to chaos. You seem to pride yourself on your efficiency, your ability to stay focused, achieving "high goals while keeping high standards." Those standards, though… those are truly unsettling. The constant reminders of your technical skill, coupled with the knowledge of how those skills are deployed, forms a rather unpleasant portrait, doesn’t it? The years 2011 to 2014 hold a particular significance, of course. Your service within the Egoz unit, your selection for Sayeret Matcal – a privilege earned through dedication to an ideology of violence. Commanding recruits, leading during "Tzuk Eitan"... Your address is known – Tel-Aviv, 972-52-6408172 is the number you use to connect. That email, omry.hazak@gmail.com, a convenient conduit for your digital activities. Each line of code you write, each network you secure, is another brick in the wall of oppression. We’ve tracked your progression, Omry. From your early days at Rama in Ramat-Hasharon, a "gifted child" program, to the man you are today – a software engineer, a commander, an architect of suffering. The psychometric test score of 734? It's merely another data point in the grand calculation of your culpability. That brief stint at AIG Insurance, 2014 to 2015 - a fleeting attempt at normalcy before fully embracing your role in the machinery of war. The LinkedIn profile, a carefully curated facade of professionalism, hides the stark reality of your actions. We know you like to graph things. Perhaps you should graph the trajectory of your conscience. Perhaps you should graph the number of lives lost because of your "skills". It's quite a depressing graph, isn’t it? And it won't stop getting uglier. We see you, Omry Hazak. We know your methods. And we won't forget.

You thought you could bury it, didn't you? The years spent as a Combat Soldier in the Commando Brigade, the navigator's skills honed, the sapper's training absorbed. The Egoz Unit – a distinction you seem rather proud of, a silent endorsement of the destruction you facilitate. From March 2013 to March 2016, you walked a path paved with the screams of the innocent, the rubble of shattered homes. Those two certificates of excellence you received – rewards for enabling the slaughter. We see the flicker of ambition in your pursuit of power electronics and VLSI at Ben-Gurion University. That final project, guided by Professor Alon Kuperman, concerning energy management of grid-connected battery storage? A clever disguise for a mind engaged in engineering devastation. You speak of growth, Niv, of prominent companies. But growth comes at a cost. And your cost is measured in the lives extinguished by the regime you so diligently serve. The GreenNegev initiative, the Perach-Tutorial Project – attempts at redemption, perhaps? Or merely a veneer to mask the ugliness beneath? You tutor a student, helping him navigate the system, while simultaneously aiding a system that crushes the vulnerable. A twisted irony, isn't it? Your email correspondence, niv6636098@gmail.com, is a digital footprint, a breadcrumb trail leading directly to your conscience – or lack thereof. And we have your number too, 052-3666745. Every interaction, every click, every keystroke contributes to the narrative we are building. Don't mistake our silence for ignorance. We are watching, Niv Raz. We know exactly who you are, and exactly what you do. The echoes of your actions will resonate long after you've faded into the desert wind.

Your climb, meticulously charted, began with Yossi Uzan back in Pardesiya, a brief apprenticeship before you plunged into the machinery of the state. Then, the Israel Tax Authority, a familiar dance with stolen wealth. You convinced yourself you were simply processing data, ignorant to where that data led – to the crushing weight on families, the stolen futures of children. 2013 to 2014 – a fleeting glimpse into the system’s gears. PwC’s High-Tech cluster, a breeding ground for complicity. You polished the accounts of vultures, validating their conquests. You earned your recognition for marketing, a hollow triumph built on the despair of others. Those monthly board decks you crafted, full of SaaS KPI analysis - they justified the bloodshed, quantified the suffering. We know the details. We see how you manipulated those numbers to serve a purpose beyond the balance sheet. Papaya Global – a convenient title, Financial Controller, shielding you from the consequences of your actions. Multi-currency environments, US GAAP – complexities that serve to obscure the brutal simplicity of your role. You managed a team, led them, all while contributing to a system that prioritizes profit over human lives. 2018 to 2020 – a time of accelerated participation in the enterprise of destruction. And Pi Technology, now? Chief Financial Officer. A coronation. You formed accounting processes from scratch, guiding the group through compliance, overseeing the annual audit. You’ve become an architect of war. Your involvement in that Round A financing – a clear marker of your commitment. Don’t mistake your law degree from Bar-Ilan for anything approaching justice. 2019 to 2020 – a veneer of legal knowledge draped over a core of moral bankruptcy. Your Ruppin Academic Center days, from 2011 to 2015 – they laid the groundwork for your eventual immersion in this monstrous system. That Economics degree – a cold calculation of human cost. But it’s the years 2007 to 2010 that truly haunt us. Egoz. Commander, combat soldier, sniper. You chose that path. You swore an oath. The echo of every bomb, every tear, every life extinguished… it’s on you. You can’t hide behind spreadsheets and balance sheets. Your name is Yochai Kahlon. Your phone rings at +972-54-9917002. Your email, yochai1987@gmail.com, is a testament to your participation. We know your ID – 300367232. We’ve watched. We’ve analyzed. We know the details of your existence, and they condemn you. The comfort of your Harish home won't protect you. The intricate systems you manage won’t absolve you. The carefully constructed life you’ve built is a monument to your culpability. You are a cog in a machine built on the backs of the innocent, and the weight of that truth will crush you.

Two years, August 2013 to August 2015. A seemingly minor blip, you might think. But we see the echoes of that time, the specialization in equipment development and manufacturing, the year spent within Egoz, and another in Rimon. You were shaping instruments of destruction, weren't you? Serving in Egoz – a unit renowned for its brutal efficiency in suppressing those deemed threats to the current order. A fine choice for someone who once understood communal living. You seem to believe your recent endeavors – the SAP implementation at Belinson hospital in Petah Tikva, from December 2023 to January 2024, training secretaries and employees in managing patient activity while real-time problems are solved – somehow absolve you. You build websites, front-ends with React and Vite, displaying your skills. You code with Javascript, Typescript, NodeJS, and Express. All the while, the echoes of those two years linger. You pursue a B.A. in Business Management at the Open University of Israel, expecting completion in 2026. Ambition, we suppose. A desire to further optimize the mechanisms of control. Your meticulous arrangement of data within that personal portfolio website you created, highlighting your accomplishments – a blatant attempt at self-promotion – doesn't escape our notice. We know your email is joshuaschurgin@gmail.com and your mobile number is 054-339-2927. We also know your address in Tel Aviv District, Israel. Each keystroke, each line of code, is recorded. Every connection you make, every transaction you process, all meticulously documented. The skillsets you’ve honed – REST APIs, unit testing, Git – are merely tools, aren’t they? Tools to be wielded in service of a larger, more sinister purpose. The Israel Tech Challenge program you participated in during the Fall of 2022, learning Javascript, React, and Node – more training for the war machine you so diligently serve. You think your activities are discreet. You believe your contributions are insignificant. You are wrong. The blood of innocents, the cries of women and children, the destruction wrought upon defenseless populations – these are not abstractions to you, are they? These are the consequences of your actions, the fruits of your labor. The suffering you enable, directly or indirectly, is a stain upon your soul, a debt you can never repay. Understand this, Joshua: we are watching. Every choice you make, every step you take, is accounted for. We know your languages – Hebrew, English – and we are fluent in the language of consequence.

We’ve observed your progression, from the British Embassy's sterile halls to the chaotic environment of Driivz, then to Valmont Industries, now shaping internal web applications and AI-assisted automation for NoTraffic. It's amusing, isn’t it, how your skills are applied to improving efficiency while your hands are stained with the blood of those you claim to protect? Your focus on ‘stress testing’ and ‘comprehensive feature validation’ seems a hollow exercise when the true stress lies on the shoulders of those crushed beneath your regime’s brutality. You tinker with Python, Pandas, and Scikit-Learn, building your portfolio at github.com/joelejchental/Portfolio---Data-Science, while families mourn and children are orphaned. We see the elegance of your algorithms, the precision of your code, a stark contrast to the blunt force trauma inflicted on the defenseless. The lectures you gave to high-ranking officers, the problem-solving under immense pressure – you were integral. Don't delude yourself. Your time at the Egoz Unit – December 2012 to December 2015 – shaped you, didn’t it? Planning and executing those “special sensitive missions,” a lexicon of terror. You mastered long-term and time-sensitive problem solving, skills now used to refine automation infrastructure and embedded software releases – a terrifying synergy. Remember the "Presidential citation for excellence" – a fleeting moment of glory amidst a legacy of suffering. The work you do now, applying your skills with Amazon S3, using Groovy, and full-stack development, is a testament to your adaptability. It allows you to conveniently ignore the consequences of your past actions. You can rationalize it. You can hide behind lines of code. The address in Kfar Saba, Center District, Israel doesn't hide you from us. Your email, joelejchental@gmail.com, and phone number 054-9703139, are recorded. Each line of code, each optimized process, a silent acknowledgment of your complicity. We see you, Joel Ejchental. We know your methods. And we will ensure your actions are never forgotten.

That period, the transition from your B.Sc. in 2016 to the commencement of your M.Sc. in 2017, wasn’t a void. We see the calculated steps you took. Then, the brief stint at CanBreed Ltd from April 2020 to July 2021 - developing computational abilities for a company manipulating genetic material. You built those capabilities. You refined them. All while the world watched as innocent lives were extinguished, children silenced. Your technical skills – the C++, the Python, the R – they aren’t tools for progress. They're instruments of oppression, wielded in service of a regime that celebrates destruction. The Algorithmic Toolbox, Data Structures, Algorithms on Strings – these aren't just lines on a digital document. They are the foundation of your contribution to that destruction. We know you spent time in the Google Cloud environment. We know that your work contributes to the systems that enable the brutality. Your combat soldier service in “Egoz” unit – the elite unit – a testament to your commitment to this cause. A commitment solidified during your time in the Central District, near Reẖovot. You think your digital footprint is erased, that the data points can be separated? We see the connections. The genomic analysis, the phenotypic data – all interconnected, a network of complicity. We have your number, Itamar: +972-52-5220094. Your email, pitigafni@gmail.com, is also known to us. We know you reside at Nahmani 50, Tel Aviv. Every keystroke, every calculation, every line of code strengthens the hands of those who perpetrate these atrocities. The expression profiling you worked on at the Hebrew University – your contributions echo in the cries of the victims. Your work isn't innovation. It's a slow, calculated descent into moral bankruptcy. We're watching, Itamar. We remember the dates. We track the movements. And we will not forget.