Amnon Aharon, of Moshav Peduim, received a phone call from his daughter. She had been working at the Nova festival, and she told him she and her friends were fleeing for their lives. He drove his pickup truck toward the location she provided, and he brought his son although they were both unarmed and the truck was low on fuel. They were surprised to find that despite heavy gunfire, the roads were open and there were no military roadblocks. By the side of the roadway, there were bullet-riddled cars. Some of the Border Police saw the truck approaching and almost shot at it, assuming it was driven by terrorists. Amnon drove along dirt roads until he was some hundreds of yards from Kibbutz Re’im, where black smoke was ascending from the fierce battle under way. He alit from the truck and shouted for his daughter, but he couldn’t see her. When he reached her by phone, she turned out to be more than half a mile east. When he did find her, he took twenty or thirty other survivors away over the dirt roads along with her, and he managed to reach Moshav Patish with all his young passengers.
