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a girlfriend anyway.”
    Was it me saying that? Was that what I said on that actual day? I couldn't remember but I let the simulation lead me. It must have dug into my memories and was showing me how I remembered it.
    “You’re such a pussy, always with those excuses,” said Dan.
    “Dude, did you even get laid since you broke up with Hadar?” added Noam.
    Hadar, she was my ex. I didn't want to think about her at that moment, there was too much anger and regret involved in that process. I just wanted to relax on the beach.
    There was a moment of silence. We all sipped on the beer and looked at the waves. We also looked at the blonde girl. Then Noam said something. I can't tell if he really did or if he was just saying that in my head, but it felt like a memory.
    “If I die I just want you to know you were my best friends.”
    “Shut up, you're not going to die,” I interrupted.
    “Let me finish,” he stressed. “If I die, I want happy music at my funeral. Like reggae or something. I don't care if it's against the army rules. You're going to play reggae and people are going to dance.”
    Dan and I looked at each other.
    “I'm serious; you have to promise me that. And if a news crew comes to interview my parents after the funeral, I want you to play Reggae there too. I don't want those terrorists seeing my mom crying on TV.”
    “If you die, people are allowed to be sad,” said Dan.
    “Not at my funeral, I'm sick of sad funerals of dead soldiers. Everybody is crying like it was a big surprise that soldiers die in this country. They prepare us from kindergarten to acknowledge that death is possible. So I don't want hypocrisy at my funeral. It was my life and it ended so I want you to celebrate my life. I don't want the terrorists to see you cry and feel that they have won.”
    I might have said something back to him on that day but suddenly it felt like he had a good point.
    “And one more thing,” he added.
    “What else, you freak?” said Dan.
    “I want you to fly to Amsterdam together and smoke a giant ass joint in my memory.”
    “Let's just say that we’ll be here after we're finished with the army, ok?” I said. But I felt like I couldn’t talk anymore. My eyes started to get wet and I didn't want them to see it. So I stood up and let the wind dry my eyes. I will never fly to Amsterdam with them. Not in reality at least.
    “Sit down, you're blocking the sun,” said Noam.
    “I'm going to pee,” I said.
    “Go pee in the water.”
    “I don't feel like it, do you want another beer?”
    “Sure,” they both said.
    I took my wallet and headed to the bathroom. It smelled as if it hadn’t been cleaned for days. I should have peed in the water. It’s filled with other people's pee anyway.  It's like a common fact that you're allowed to pee in the sea because the salt disinfects your pee, or maybe because pee is salty anyway.
    Then I realized I can't pee in the simulation and that I'll have to change my memory and go straight for the beer. I remember being pretty drunk that day and it felt similar in the simulation, that tipsiness. I bought three more beers. Even in the simulation's beach kiosk they ripped me off. When I got back Noam and Dan looked worried. I could see them arguing and packing our stuff.
    “What happened? I asked.
    “They just kidnapped two more soldiers in Lebanon,” Dan said.
    “First Gilad Shalit and now these two; we're going to war.”
    “Stop playing with me,” I replied. Little did I know, back then.
    “Dude, you had like three calls since you left.”
    I took out my phone. I had three missed calls and a text message. Before I could open it, the phone rang again. It was my commander.
    In the simulation, I jumped forward in time to when I drove to the Wiseman Institute where my father used to work. He was a scientist researching genome stuff that I didn't understand. So If I had anything to do with cryogenic freezing it must have been his idea. I called my mom, who was an