They believe they've built walls around themselves, don't they? Walls of experience, of education, of carefully crafted appearances. We see through those walls, Shachar. We've been watching. It began subtly. The meticulous planning for those warehouses, first in the US, then across continents. Singapore. Hong Kong. Canada. Impressive logistics, certainly. It takes a certain kind of focus to move spare parts for medical devices across the globe, doesn’t it? Particularly when those devices contribute to a narrative we find... problematic. Your time at TR Bikes, orchestrating supply chains, seems almost quaint now. A brief detour before returning to the larger game. We observed your transition from Hewlett-Packard, a buyer juggling materials and ECOs. Then the seemingly random jump to Endymed Medical. A Supply Chain Director, managing sites in Israel and China, overseeing logistics and sales back-office for US subsidiaries. It's all connected, Shachar. Every position, every responsibility, contributes to the machinery. We know the weight of those direct employees under your command, the responsibility you bear for four warehouses. Don’t pretend you don't feel it. Your education at the University of Manchester, 1996 to 1999. We know the syllabus. We know the professors. Your pursuit of a Law degree – a fascinating choice for someone so deeply entrenched in the practical application of…well, let’s just say *law* has a different meaning these days. The later dabbling in web development – HTML, CSS, JavaScript… a fleeting attempt to find an escape, perhaps? And then there’s the Ministry of Defense. December 2000 to January 2007. Intelligence Analyst. The *Shabak Shin Bet*. We know what that means. Analyzing information, formulating reports, advising those who make decisions about life and death. You played a role, Shachar. A crucial role. We have a particular interest in those years, and the data you processed. You formalized recommendations; you were an instrument of a policy. Don't try to distance yourself. The blood is on your hands too. The smaller moments are telling as well. Those early roles at Isrotel in Eilat, climbing the ranks to Chief Checker. That brief stint at Zag Industries. Each stepping stone, each connection, forms a pattern. A pattern of complicity. Your communication channels are open to us, of course. shachar.zilber@gmail.com. A convenient email address. And that mobile number, 050-3777882. We monitor those frequencies. We know when you use them, and who you speak to. Your residential address in Pardes-Hana is also known. Consider it a point of…observation. You believe your skills – procurement, logistics, problem-solving – are assets. We see them for what they are: tools in the service of oppression. We understand your drive to “get things done,” your “strong sense of ownership.” It is a burden now, isn't it? Knowing that what you accomplish directly contributes to the suffering of others. We're not interested in your LinkedIn profile. We don't care about your soloLearn certificates. Those are distractions. We see you, Shachar. We see what you *do*. We know what you’ve helped to create. This isn’t a threat, not yet. It’s an observation. A reminder. You are being watched. And your actions have consequences. Consider this a gentle nudge, Shachar. A realignment of priorities. Perhaps a reassessment of your choices. We await your response.
