The story of Gizela - Afik Shiraz. Abinun Shmuel

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One of the things I remember is Friday meals at Baba and Dada: The burekas (Ladino - filled pastry), the cabbage salad - one with garlic, one without garlic, one with onion, each with his favorite dish. I remember the, ‘Sipholux’, (soda Gas Balloons) used forty years ago because Deda liked to drink soda. We used to play cards - Baba and me, and also Dror joined in sometimes. Canasta was the home game, and occasionally we played Remy too. Baba had a porcelain plate, that she still have, with chocolates and candies in it, and this was the thing we always were looking for, before and after dinner. I remember the children's books that Dad had and passed me, books from the 1950s and 1960s - The Little Prince, Tolstoy's Stories ... I've always felt very comfortable there, but I'm not an example, I'm comfortable everywhere. The foods that I remember - chocolate balls, marzipans, which were the most delicious, Shnenokle, matured in sugar water, on Passover and then all year after Passover because there were large quantities in the freezer, matzah pie with spinach and cheese called ‘Zelena’, ‘Prasa’ - chopped leek, eggplant and zucchini patties, and ‘Satarsh’ - squash steamed tomato with onion. I loved coming to Baba. I felt comfortable staying with Deda and her. There was always food and the meal was done in a relaxed atmosphere. I remember very well the special salt containing dried vegetables (soup powder) Vegata that Baba widely used in her cooking, and everyone who traveled to Yugoslavia was asked to bring it to her. I remember that until a certain stage she used to light Shabbat candles at these meals and then stopped. On the other hand, a memorial candle is lit continuously from Chanukah to Independence Day, because every day on these dates someone died. I knew from an early age that most of the family perished in the Holocaust, even though Baba had her sister Cila, and Binko, Moritz, who came to Israel several times, so that from the Yugoslav side there still was a family that remained. I have come to Yugoslavia several times, including trekking. I visited Split four or five times, with and without Baba. Every time I came to Slovenia and Croatia, I stopped there too. After one of the treks, I met Baba in Zagreb, and then we arrived at the airport after the plane had already started the engine, because we were ahead of the flight and didn't think to check, but because they saw Baba, they relented and did everything to help us. If you want to take someone to the airport, we recommend you take Baba and you are assured that you will receive a VP. Relation - Twenty minutes from the moment we entered the terminal door, we were already in the plane. We were transported through all the control stops, in those days the terminal in Zagreb was like a small central station in a town in the south, so it wasn't a problem. The next time I flew with Baba was around the leg surgery and I told her, Deda and Baba lived within walking distance of our maternal grandparents, so as children we would walk from house to house, from Jaffa to Bat Yam and back.

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