All language subtitles for We Will Dance Again 2024 1080p AMZN WEB-DL DDP5 1 H 264-FLUX_track3_[eng]

I think about everything
that happened that day.

Even if I don't want to
think about it, it pops up.

I kind of dive into the
thoughts sometimes by mistake.

At the beginning, I thought
maybe to tell my friends to--

to leave.

But at that point,
it was already too late.

They're shooting at us,
and they're going to try

to kidnap us or kill us.

Everyone was trying
to call some authority.

And no one was
really answering.

I remember at one point
that there was a really big

explosion, and I flew back.

Someone flew on me.

And when I finally got up,
I realized that I was

sitting in a pile of bodies.

Car after car
of dead people.

Then you start
realizing what happened.

We survived a horrific
terror attack that didn't

seem possible to survive.

I've kind of understood
that I'm never

going to be the person that I
was before the 7th of October.

And I'm trying to figure
out who I'm going to be now.

The festival
itself was amazing.

The festival
itself was amazing.

I've not seen anything
even remotely close

to that in Israel in years.

Everything was perfect.

The energy of people just
wanting to dance and enjoy

themselves and then going at
it with all that they have,

it was beautiful.

There's something about seeing
a trance dance floor move.

You feel connected.

You feel part of something.

You're accepted
no matter who you are

and what you're bringing.

3,500 people went
to a festival to dance

in the nature
for peace and for love.

400 of them didn't come home.

And they're not going to.

In these kind of raves, you
don't really know where it is.

And you get a location
the night of the party.

I remember driving and
just looking out the window

and seeing Gaza.

And I didn't even
think it was dangerous.

We were all students
starting our fourth year.

We all like going to parties.

And the second Nova
tickets came out,

they were really cheap.

Seemed like a perfect thing
to do right before

the year started.

When I got there and I
understood that I can see

the fence dividing us
from Gaza from where we are,

it was like, well,
it's been quiet for a while.

There haven't
been any missiles.

It will probably be OK.

So my name is Noa.

I'm 29 years old.

I work as a booking agent
for electronic music.

I came to the Nova
party for work.

I brought a DJ from Hungary.

My job was to take him to the
party, let him play his set,

and then take him back home.

This production was
in collaboration

with the Universo Paralello.

It's a very big
festival in Brazil.

They were in Israel.

It looked like we were at a
concert somewhere in Europe.

It was-- it was beautiful.

I've met people and DJs
from all over the world.

There are Jews and Arabs
and tourists that come in.

You see people from
every edge of religion.

It's not something
that we notice.

It's not something
that we care about.

Be a human being.

Be happy, smile,
dance with people,

and you'll probably
be fine in the end.

Whoo-hoo!

Hey!

There's something
about the moment

that the sun rises that
you suddenly see the people

around you, that you
suddenly see the smiles

and that the energy
comes together.

You can actually see the dance
floor moving into a place.

I was on the stage.
So I could actually see it.

I looked at the person next to
me, and we were both like, wow.

This is a test of
frequency instruments.

Bass, drums, distortion,
artifacts.

And I see a bunch of people
looking up to the sky.

OK, probably just like seeing
the sun rise or something?

The last video
I took from my phone

was at 6:28 in the morning.

It was the last drop
that he played.

The moment
that I stopped filming,

someone grabbed my hand
and showed me the sky.

He yelled into the crowd,
Tzeva Adom, Tzeva Adom.

Everyone scattered.

It was like a screen coming
up from the sky of rockets,

just like whew.

The most rockets I've
ever seen in my life.

Oh, fuck!

We laid on the ground.

I was honestly scared.

You're in an open field.

There's rockets everywhere.

Nothing is stopping these
rockets from falling

exactly where I am right now.

Whoa!

Whoo.

Whoa.

We were parked
in the artists' VIP area.

The big parking was
a little bit more in.

So we were very
close to the road.

We could get out very quickly.

I went to the DJ,
and I told him, listen,

there's no time for goodbyes.

There's no time for waiting.

We're running to the car.

We're going to leave.

And we were driving
on Route 232.

On the way north,
we passed Be'eri.

I'd close the windows
and put on music

so that we don't hear
what's going on outside,

and we were driving.

Rockets were exploding
over our heads.

We didn't understand if
we're safe or we're not safe.

We stop at the side
of the road.

We see the migunit,
concrete structure

on the side of the road
that is supposed

to be as close to a bomb
shelter as possible.

And it seemed like
the smartest move

to make,
to go into the migunit.

Whoo!

When we got to about 200
meters before the first thing,

we took the turn.

The two cars that were in front
of me suddenly hit the brakes.

At first, it looked
like an accident.

So my first instinct
was, you need

to get out and help someone.

So I opened my door.

And the moment I opened my
door, I heard the first bullet.

At this point, no one
knows that there's terrorists

that entered Israel.

I think there was about
19 people in migunit.

It's a tiny structure.

There's not that much
room to move inside.

Some of the people are
still standing outside just

to look at the rockets.

And then slowly,
more and more people come.

Finally,
four people arrived.

One of them was Aner Shapiro.

And one of them
was Hersh Goldberg.

Aner was very confident.

I remember it.
He walked in.

He told us that there's a big
attack on Israel from Gaza.

He didn't really
elaborate too much.

My-- my heart jumped a beat.

And I realized that something
bad is about to happen.

I felt it so deep in my
stomach that I didn't even

know what to do
or how to react.

At the beginning,
I thought maybe

to tell my friends to leave
so they get in the car

and drive away.

But at that point,
it was already too late.

The only thing between
me and the terrorists

were my car doors.

There were a few moments
where I thought I was dead.

The only reason that
they missed is by chance.

Something was protecting us.

I don't have a word for it.

But I thought I was dead.

I was either dead,
or I was very, very hurt

and I wasn't feeling it.

If I'm not feeling any pain,
then I'm probably dead.

That was the math
I did in my head.

I looked at my hands
and understood

that I was still alive and
that we need to do something.

And then I just yelled,
"Get in the car."

[car horn honking

I looked in the back mirror,
and I could see the car

behind me that had stopped.

The driver and the guy
that were next to him

were shot in the head.

And I saw them
slaughter people.

Every car that had come
towards us had either been

show off the road-- and you
could actually see cars just

going off the road
in a moment.

And then people tried
to run out of the cars,

and there were terrorists
shooting them down.

Whoo!

Tuck your heads down.

Tuck your heads down.
Tuck your heads down.

After we-- we had gone
out of the shooting range,

I called the police.

And the first question
they asked me was, "What?

What do you mean
they shot at you?"

No one understood
the situation.

A group of people jump out,
screaming in Arabic.

Aner tried to calm everyone
down as much as possible.

And then they started firing

at the entrance
of the migunit.

Lobed, he went
outside and tried

to talk to them in Arabic.

They did horrible things
to him

and murdered him in the end.

Everyone in the migunit
was trying

to call some authority,
MDA or the cops

or the army or someone.

No one was really answering.

And then I see
Aner just picked

them up and tossed them out.

And he does that once, and
then they throw another one in.

Every time they
throw in a grenade,

he just grabbed it
and tossed it out.

He acted like a commander.

He took all the
responsibility onto himself.

He was focused.

He-- he understood
that he had a mission.

All he was looking for was
to fight, to stay alive.

I'm thinking to myself,
oh, my God,

this kid is throwing
live grenades.

I don't think that
I've ever heard

of anyone ever doing that.

I know how dangerous this is.

I think there's a chance that
he's not the only one that's

going to have to do this.

And I kind of get myself
ready for the point

where if something happens to
him, that I'm going to have

to pick up what he left.

There was a really big
explosion, and I flew back.

Someone flew on me.

And when I finally
got up, I remember

Aner wasn't standing anymore.

He wasn't with us.

Hersh lost his hand.

And he was just sitting there.

He said, "I lost my hand.

I don't have my hand."

And he was trying to,
like, tie it off.

At that point,
I kind of realized

that someone's going to have
to continue what he started.

And then I remember
a grenade flying in,

just landing right
in front of me.

And you could see
the flame coming

out of the top of the grenade.

And it was a few inches.

And I remember it getting
smaller and smaller.

And I just picked up
the grenade and threw it out.

And I'm not sure how many
of those there were.

I remember the first one,
and I remember the last two.

The one at the
entrance I remember

I was able to throw out.

But then there
was an explosion.

I went flying into
the wall and passed out.

Hey, hey, hey!

Shup, shup.

Pew, pew.

You know, Russian roulette.

Who gets the bullet?

At that point,
they started kidnapping people.

They took Hersh out because
he was at the entrance.

They started putting them in
the trucks wherever they could

and whoever they
tried to kidnap.

I remember seeing
a terrorist walk in.

He was wearing all black.

He had a black
mask on, an AK-47,

and a green bandanna on his
head with the Hamas symbol.

I remember you could see
his mouth through the mask,

like he had a little opening.

And he was smiling, like it
was a game that they won.

They came back in.

And then they started
shooting everyone inside.

They left.

I looked left and right.

And I thought
everyone was acting

or playing dead so that
they wouldn't get kidnapped.

But after a minute
or two, where-- when

people weren't lifting
their heads or waking up,

I realized that I was
sitting in a pile of bodies.

Fuck.

We were there
for another six hours.

Six hours in piles of bodies,
praying to God

that no one-- no terrorists
come back and just

look or pop in their head.

We both got
into an army Jeep.

And they told us
to put our heads down.

But I-- I couldn't look away.

Car after car
with dead people.

Then you start
realizing what happened.

We survived a horrific
terror attack that

didn't seem possible
to survive.

I'm still coping.

I don't know.

Like, I can find myself
crying in the middle

of the day for no reason.

Sleeping has become a mission.

Every single person
that I lost on that day

would have made the
hell out of this life.

And for them,
I need to continue living.

We are going to need to go
through mountains of pain

until we get there.

But I close my eyes
for a moment,

and I picture my friends
that aren't with us

anymore and hoping that--

that wherever they are,
they're partying like crazy,

and that one day we will, too.