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I'm lying half-naked on my stomach in a small treatment room in the center of Tel Aviv. Outside it’s raining cats and dogs. Avi Grinberg presses on my left thumb and speaks to it gently: “Let go, nice thumb, let go.” Ruth Elkana, Grinberg’s partner in life as well as on his path, rides my back and presses down strongly on a point to the left of my neck in order to help my nice thumb let go. I scream...