Sometimes all I want to do when I look around in this country is complain. There are so many things wrong – in the society, in the government, in education, in the health system. But because I have Ezi around to remind me of the way things were, even before the State of Israel, I very often wonder at the amazing achievements. The other day (which seems given what has happened in between like a lifetime) my cousin was recalling my aunt’s life in Israel after the work camps in Poland – her back broken by hard work. I remember her 2 room shack, the trees, the simple and beautiful life they created out of so little. I am also certain that she would not have been a cripple had she lived today.
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