it’s an incredibly crowded place, with graves of many streets in Tel Aviv – or at least the people they were named after.  And after an amazing lunch at Moon Sushi Bar, Ezi wanted to visit his grandparents and relatives in the nearby cemetery.  

It was getting dark, and I was afraid we would be locked in, but we went first to the grave of Ezi’s aunt, who died at the age of 18 from meningitis, then to his father’s parents, and finally to his mother’s parents.  We visited the great heroes of this country, from H.N. Bialik to Dvora Baron to Arik Einstein, and left before the sunset.  

It is not only Ezi’s history that is buried here but also the history of Jews all over the world.  The memorials to towns destroyed in the Holocaust, the suicides of those who survived, and only as we were leaving did I see the memorials to all those who died as a result of the exile of Jews from Tel Aviv in the early years of the city.  

Somewhere I have a recording of a radio program I did with Ziv Yonatan long ago where he interviewed me in this cemetery.  It was fascinating to me then, and it remains a fascinating place.