The story of Gizela - Afik Shiraz. Abinun Shmuel

to Gideon Hausner, many times people walking down the street would stop and greet him, "Hello Gideon!" and he would have to fix, "I'm not Gideon."

A few years later, Leon became ill and in 1969 began to receive monthly compensation for ulcers and nerves as a result of the war years. Among other things, he was asked to answer a series of questions. I remember one particular, "If the picture is crooked, will it bother you?" - He replied, "Of course." Then he came home, told me about it and he said, "It will probably bother me, and I will fix it soon". In contrast, I waited many years without asking for compensation; No cost, that the Germans were paying, could compensate for my loss of my parents and all I lost. I hold that decision until 1987 when Leon stopped working and found out that with Social Security only we cannot exist, and then I said, I have no choice. I have to forgo my honor, to lower my head and seek compensation. So we built ourselves up, slow pace, in the new country. We lived very narrowly. Leon used to go to the Carmel market in Tel Aviv or to Givat Aliyah market in Jaffa at the end of each day, towards closing time, to buy groceries at half price. Sometimes he even walked there to save the cost of travel. We gradually learned the new language. We used to buy a newspaper in mild, dotted Hebrew to expand our vocabulary. We worked at home together in sewing; Leon would go out to get the job (cut fabric) and do the shopping for home. He was much more active than me. Every morning at five, he would walk to the beach, where he would exercise and swim a little, and by seven, he was back home and started working. I made pockets and he stitched pants. When he finished sewing he would take everything by bus back to iron, near Romano House in Tel Aviv. When the package was too heavy, a porter would come, bringing in work and taking the ready. At leisure, Leon and I loved listening to Israeli songs on the radio, for we already understood the language. We used to go to the movies in the locals cinemas. 1957 was such a cold winter that the puddles froze in the streets, and we left the cinema and entered a cafe called 'Kabillio' as the name of an football actor, where I drank a hot ness-coffee to warm my hands and my husband invited ‘Saleb’ ( Salep, also spelled sahlep or sahlab, is a flour made from the tubers of the orchid genus Orchis. These tubers contain a nutritious, starchy polysaccharide called glucomannan ) . It was our favorite pastime. I especially enjoyed music movies, while thrillers I tried to avoid. We sometimes took Samuel with us as well. I remember especially a movie about a hospital where blood was showing, and the three of us got up and left the cinema. Another fun of ours was playing card games with the friends. Leon was a man full of life and loved to be with friends, much more than me, but he was hard of hearing and it made him difficult to talk. I was more detained then him and in addition, my condition prevented me from participating in activities that he enjoyed. So, for example, when he received a vacation in a sanatorium, as part of the compensation, and went to both Tiberias and Ein Gedi I stayed at home. Once, when Leon was sent to the reserve at Kibbutz Galon, where he sewed coats there, he took Samuel with him for a week. Samuel came back full of experiences. With the particular improvement in our economic situation, in 1965, we replaced our apartment in Jaffa, to where I live to this day, for about fifty years. My sister Cila initially lived in Kibbutz Sha'ar HaAmakim, from there she moved to Kibbutz Maabarot. We rarely met, because we had no money for these long trips. Because we had no telephones, most of

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