Memories of Arik
An excerpt of Sharon's final days from Uri Dan's last book on Sharon, An Intimate Portrait.
On January 2, 2006, at 5:15 p.m., my friend called me for the last time from his car. He was going to Sycamore Farm, where he was to dine with his family. Arik was still shuttling between his office and Jerusalem and his farm in the Negev, despite the advice of his doctors, who urged him to stay near the Hadassah hospital. He detested his ofﬁcial apartment, where he felt like he was suffocating.
“Get well soon!” I said to him. “Forty cretins are waiting for you to get them elected to the Knesset!” Instead of losing his temper or trying to calm my “extremist” fervor, Ariel broke into the thundering laughter that so many Israeli comedians liked to imitate. No, he wasn’t fooled by the political maneuvers of his current allies. That laugh still resonates in my ears, like a cry of truth.
Sharon fell into a coma a year ago today.
Uri Dan himself died on December 24, 2006.