David Amoyal 311.
(photo credit: Marc Israel Sellem)
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The 52-year-old, who on Wednesday afternoon sensed that there
was something very wrong about the black bag near his brother-in-law’s kiosk
across from Binyenei Ha’uma, distanced people from its vicinity and called the
police to report a suspicious object.
Moments into the conversation with
the police dispatcher, the bomb exploded and nearly took his life.
his bed in the surgical department at the Hadassah University Medical Center in
Jerusalem’s Ein Kerem, Amoyal spoke about his harrowing near-death
“So there I was at my brother- in-law’s kiosk, standing in
for him,” he said.
“A haredi youth comes up and says there’s a suspicious
bag outside. In instances like that, I usually go out, see what the case is,
call the police. This is not rare, it happens all the time, no big pressure,” he
“I exit the kiosk, and see three young yeshiva students sitting by
the public phones, with a black duffel bag on the ground near them. I got a very
bad feeling right away – the bag was brand new, with a shiny zipper and a
box-like shape to it. That’s not the way duffel bags are supposed to
“I immediately told the kids to get away from the bag, and called
the police while distancing myself. I felt as though I was witnessing an
explosion about to happen.
“While I was talking to the policewoman on the
phone, the bomb exploded. I was tossed back five meters, I saw red, then black.
I realized I was on fire – my pants, my shirt.
The phone dropped from my
hand, and I started beating out the flames with both hands. I was bleeding from
my stomach, my arms, my legs, my body was full of holes from the shrapnel. I
started making my way away, and after about twenty meters
Besides the multiple wounds and shrapnel in his limbs,
Amuyal’s pelvis was broken by a piece of the bomb’s discharge, and he suffered
internal and external abdominal bleeding.
“It’s a miracle I’m alive, it’s
all from above,” he said gesturing upward. “I wouldn’t be here speaking with you
Amoyal has no plans to stop working at the kiosk, nor will he
change his attitude toward any of the many people who buy there or ask for
information about the bus lines.
“I’ll be back there in total spite of
them,” he said of the terrorists who planted the bomb. “I will also continue to
help people in any way they need, including our cousins,” he said referring to
the many Arabs who patronize the kiosk, which in 1994 was destroyed in a suicide
In an act of humorous defiance, the kiosk’s owner, when he
rebuilt it, named it Pitzutz Shel Kiosk (“A blast of a kiosk”).
discriminate against anyone,” Moyal said. “We are a chosen people. Not like
them,” he said, as he adjusted his broken body in the hospital bed and grimaced