'One Day My Daughter's Imaginary Friend Disappeared. She Said He Broke His Neck So She Buried Him'

This week at the Tel Aviv airport: A woman who became a medium after her daughter's spiritual encounter, and a couple that met on a kibbutz when they were 18

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Shachar Shachar, 50; lives in Mevasseret Zion, flying to Los Angeles

Hi Shachar – tell me about your name.

I was born Frieda. In our family, we’re named after the grandfather or the grandmother. My grandmother was named Frieda and my grandfather, Yitzhak. So Itzik is great, Frieda is… We have 10 Friedas in the family! Every time I would send a letter to Ma’ariv Lanoar [the Maariv youth magazine], they would send me back a note: “Say, are you an Arab?” They thought it was “Farida” [because the name was written without vowels]. I didn’t connect with the name. In the army they called me by my surname, Shachar, and it stuck, so I decided I would change it on my ID card. That’s how it played out; it stayed Shachar Shachar. That’s also my business logo.

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