My daughter has opened her ashram in the Nitzanim sand dunes. Her tent is open to give free advise to teenagers' depression caused by kitchen "toranut", the unfeeling senile (21 y.o.) girl sargeants, those complex sentimental problems, and specially parents and sibling misunderstandings. Her accumulated life experience and wisdom has made her the undisputed oracle of the camp. The pic is with two of her new acolytes. I'm trying to tell her that her army job will be to write down a coherent judicial decision, not to give advise to or correct the judge.