By Danny Verete (09 October, 2010)

 For three days, the fire burned in Kibbutz Tzora's furniture factory near my house. Firemen, huge flames, black smoke. Residents in the area were urged not to leave their homes and seal the windows. I felt great excitement. I imagined the beam inside the factory and immediately knew I was going to take pictures of what was left, if left.

After a few days at first light, I entered the arena and was amazed. For three days I shot frantically, excited by the irreversible opportunity that fell into my lap. I sailed in this wonderful world. Every movement of a lens, only a few inches, revealed to me frames that each photographer's soul was enduring. The exhibition was already hung on the walls of the factory.


* The translation brings the spirit of writing.