The woman we visited today, the daughter of close friends of Ezi’s parents, was dismantling her home in the Galilee, and wanted to give away photos of the group of friends – pictures of their friendship in the 1930’s in Palestine.  A honeymoon in Cairo, athletics at the beach in Haifa, groups of people in love with each others’ company.  Simple, pure enjoyment.

The joys and hopes they had then are being dismantled now.   I think of Ezi’s mother, who isn’t in these picture but was one of the crowd – she had gone to Berlin to get a doctorate in psychology, and returned to her birthplace, Palestine, in 1933, just in time.  “But I am Jewish!” she told her classmates who were beginning to follow the Reich’s antisemitic program.  “No,” they answered, “You are Palestinian!”