What bothered you the most? The slapping, the pushing, you know, the small, disgusting humiliations. A man is walking past with his father and, for no reason, a soldier asks him to stop, so he just asks for his father to be able to sit down or something, and they detain the man because of his nerve, asking for his father to be able to sit. You get it? What a nerve he has, to ask. Your father will stand just like you, and the two of you will stand and wait. And all kinds of things like that, those ‘just because’ things. The soldiers who were with me knew not to do those things because I – this thing of not undermining their authority, don't undermine my authority, you’ll break my authority – I had no problem doing it. I’d undermine their authority to their face. What does that mean? I’d get the guy a chair. Stuff like that.

They must have really hated you in the company. Listen, the Border Police hated me. They hated me on the level of… Imagine, there’s a girl at the post, everyone knows it. There’s a girl at the post during the night shift – everyone knows. All the Border Police came there, all the paratroopers, Golani, whoever was in Hebron, everyone would come, because there’s a girl on the night shift.

Making passes at you? Yes. I'm telling you, I would ask for a piece of their weapon and they would take apart their weapon and give it to me, when I got to the company. Hey, I want a weapon butt like that. Wow, is your handle a Barrett? I want one like that. The guy would take apart his flash hider for me, take it apart, Barrett handles like that, in the company. Kalachnikov flash hiders went around in the company. Just going and asking the soldier, our guys would send us to ask other soldiers for their stuff. The paratrooper sergeant majors' weapons, I would empty them, in the beginning. And then I just started hating them, all the Border Police and all of the paratroopers and all of these farts who came to sit with me at the post. I hated them and they hated me back. They hated me.

Do you remember incidents of humiliation where you couldn't stay silent? I don't really remember, I'm trying to think of something that happened. They wouldn't do it with me, you understand? They wouldn't do it. In the beginning, yes.

What did you think about it in the beginning? I started to filter. I just got hysterical and started looking for whom I could do shifts with. I looked for people who seemed like good people, and I would switch shifts in order to work with them. I was prepared to do two straight shifts, eight and eight, to be in the field for 16 hours and be with the people I wanted, so that I wouldn’t have to be with other people afterwards.

It was really divided into groups? There were people I wasn’t prepared to go into the field with. I wouldn’t do it. They would just abuse [people], like “give me your ID” and slap the guy, which I think is the most insulting thing there could be, to come and slap someone.