"Israel will go to war," Barak interrupted him, "The Syrian civil war, where do the refugees go? They run to Lebanon, to Jordan, to Turkey, to Europe. Millions of refugees, blocked at the gates of the Golan Heights. And then? Then Hezbollah attacks from Lebanon, Hamas attacks from Gaza, Iranians attack from Syria. Surrounded by enemies. You've just come out of number 317, and you want to go back?"
Yossi's hand began to tremble.
"Hand over the list. Give it to me. I promise, those names will not have died in vain."
Yossi looked at him. "You promise? With what do you assure me? You couldn't even stop Rifat Assad. He killed twelve people, right at his doorstep. What did you do? You stood at the west side of the bridge, holding a cup of water and said, 'Have a sip, it's sweet'. The water is sweet, but life is bitter."
