My heroine, my soul mate, my darling grandmother.
She is a Holocaust survivor, originally from Romania. She endured incredible hardships, including nearly being sold to Russian soldiers as a sex slave, having to sell her hair at the side of the road, and watching her father get beaten to death. After the war, she and her surviving family members went to Israel, where she met my grandfather. He survived Bergen Belsen. Most of his family perished in other camps. One of his brothers left Poland, however, for pre-state Israel in the 1920s, where he became a pioneer of the kibbutz movement. My grandfather joined his kibbutznik brother before falling in love with my grandmother while passing by her house in Haifa. She was hanging up clean laundry on a clothesline. He ran to her neighbour and asked, ‘Who’s that girl? I’m going to marry her.’ And he did.