I was born a year after the end of World War II when my parents made their way from Russia to an immigrant camp in Germany. Two and a half years later their way led them back to our fatherland, Israel. From the age of four, I carry with me the first memories of the neighborhood of small huts in Afula. That desolated hut neighborhood amidst the fields nourished me with the entire materials for the dreams that attend me to this day.
Today I’m the father of two sons and a daughter, but the sweetest of all are my eight grandchildren … the prospect of a wonderful future. For the last ten years, I have lived with my partner Nava, who excels in many ways and to whom I dedicate this book.
My mother, at the age of 93 is energetic and active to this day and calls me “my child.” What else can I say about it? Mothers know everything. And still, I’m immersed in childhood dreams…