It has been far too long since I have been mentioned. Perhaps I am glad of it, for my name is only referred to in tragedy. The only thoughts that come to mind when I am mentioned are of a girl who died too soon , merely a child that had so much promise and compassion, only to be snatched away by the insatiability of evil. No one recalls the truly good things about me when the sound of my name passes over their lips. My unfortunate death overshadows my magnificent baking skills, my promise in Mossad, my love for everyone who came into my life…My death even hides the bad things, which is not an advantage in my eyes. Every detail, good and bad, must be spoken of, I cannot allow otherwise. Despite the brutality of my life at times, I have loved and I have been loved. Loved enough to be content with the precious moments I had, and despite what I have gone through, I am not bitter, I seek no revenge, I regret nothing. Mine is not a story to remember as unfortunate. I will tell the story of my childhood and sibling's childhood in the best way I can in the hope that the next time you speak of me, the name Tali will have an entirely different meaning. It's about time. Shalom, Salaam, Peace.