Maria Tagiltzev

Masha Tagiltseva arrived in Israel with her mother, Olga, just two years ago. The day after her daughter's funeral, Olga could neither speak to reporters nor wanted to. It was Olga's friend, Sasha, who spoke with us.

— That Friday, — he recalls, — Masha came home from school and started helping her mother — we were expecting guests in the evening. In the midst of the festivities, Masha decided to go to the disco with her friends, Raya and Irina. No one was surprised: a sociable, cheerful girl, she went to the disco in Netanya almost every Friday. But Irina couldn't go with her friends on June 1st: that was the day her family moved into a new apartment, and they needed to unpack.

Now, in hindsight, I remember that Masha was dressed all in black. This was clearly not her style, but naturally, we didn't think much of it.

That day, many strange things happened. It remains a mystery to us: why did they go to Tel Aviv? Why did the girls suddenly decide to visit a disco they had never been to before?

After seeing off our guests, we went outside to get some fresh air. When we returned, we turned on the television. All channels, in every language, reported an explosion in Tel Aviv. Live coverage showed blood and pain, horrific scenes: the dead, the evacuation of the wounded. We still didn't know that the explosion had devastated our family.

Late at night, the phone rang. It was the mother of Masha's friend Ira. According to her, twenty minutes before the explosion, Masha had called Ira. From their conversation, it became clear that they were not in Netanya but were standing in line at a "Russian" disco in Tel Aviv. At that moment, for some reason, I immediately understood: Masha was dead.

The television announced phone numbers where information could be obtained, but we didn't call anywhere. Without hesitation, we got in the car and drove to the forensic institute in Abu Kabir. There, we filled out the necessary forms and attached a photo of Masha. A few hours later, we were invited for identification…

I do not believe in tomorrow. One must take everything from life today, now. And also: I do not believe in peace negotiations, in the possibility of reaching an agreement with the Arabs. For myself, I decided: if there is a chance — I will leave this country!

Zhanna Tevlina. Special Edition "Vesti"