![]() ![]() ![]() We were checked for lice, our bodies sprayed with insecticide to prevent the spread of malaria and typhus. Six of the seven suitcases we’d shipped got lost on the way. ![]() My family came only with the clothes on our backs and a laissez-passer, a one-way travel document. We were all wanderers, ghostly apparitions plucked out of thin air like black sunflowers, searching for a place to lay down roots. Together with my parents and four older brothers, I trudged through the thick, powdery snow, an endless flurry of white flakes, watching figures emerge from the pale mist, silhouettes misshapen by everything they carried, all their lifelong possessions rolled up in rags, bundled in wool and fur, tied together with strips of string, stuffed into worn leather valises. I arrived at the Ma’abara refugee absorption camp set up in the newly established State of Israel in the winter of 1950, in the midst of the greatest snowstorm of the century. ![]()
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