Moranne
Fifteen years ago today, Moranne Amit was murdered.

I worked as a software engineer at Applicad from 1997 to 2000. Strange arrangement. Days belonged to the IDF. Nights to Applicad. Same job writing code, different desks. Sometimes I slept under one.
Moranne was the administrative assistant to the CEO. Brief conversations by the coffee machine. Quick mind. Sharp as hell.
One night, must have been '98, there was a critical bug blocking a release. Dror, Ilan, and me were the ones who had to fix it. Dror was a senior engineer, Ilan the VP R&D. They've since become like family. That night we were just three guys staring at screens, trying to make the impossible happen.
Moranne was the last person to leave the office besides us. It was already late.
About 30 minutes later, she walks back in. Doesn't say a word. Just puts down a bag of snacks and a couple packs of cigarettes on the desk. Turns around and leaves.
That's the kind of person she was. Small gestures. No fanfare.
A few years later, we had different kinds of conversations. Late nights, ICQ, just as friends, about love and relationships. Open, honest. She had this way of thinking about things. Sharp. Questioning. Never satisfied with simple answers.
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