A pause, & maybe another, & a post I was preparing

For the past few weeks I’ve been coping with some health issues (none of them life-threatening, no need for anyone to worry, but also not easy & quite exhausting), & I haven’t even thought of continuing with the blogging. I’m recovering and regaining strength nicely now, though slowly (which is fine, I’m in no hurry).

But I’ve been through something, and I’ve been feeling somehow more distant from the things I’ve been writing about in this blog. I now want to rethink what I want to do with this blog, how, if at all, to continue with it. So I’m writing this now to explain both my previous pause and the pause that will or may follow this present post for I have no idea how long.

Before I stopped thinking of my blog I had prepared a draft of what was to be my next post. It began with a quotation of a comment on my previous post that I’d already received (submitted on 130418) but hadn’t yet related to. On rereading it, I decided that although I do feel more distant from these things right now, I still feel more or less the same way about this matter, & so I may as well as post what I’d prepared. Here it is:

 

In the latest recent comment on my last post, Peter Weiniger wrote:
“As always, an eloquent and empathetic commentary, this time, on the so-called ‘two state solution’. If we dismiss this as the least worst solution, what alternatives remain: the one state solution, advocated by the far left and nationalist Israelis, but for different reasons and outcomes. The left position: a state for Jews and Palestinians dominated by Palestinians, who will comprise the majority, or the nationalists: a state dominated by a Jewish majority. Or do we settle for the status-quo? No easy, convenient solutions here, I’m afraid.”

Reading Peter’s concise & I’d say accurate iteration of the three kinds of “solutions” that are being mooted as alternatives to the “status quo”, I realize that I think it’s wrong to call any of them solutions. Surely it’s more correct to see them as proposals, ideas being advocated by different interest groups with different agendas, and thus also as drivers of different kinds of activism in the status-quo.

I think all of them are — or would be — convenient for some & more than just inconvenient for others, as is the uneasy & not-so-static status quo, & I think it’s hard to foresee any clear resultant of the conflicting vectors of this complex dynamism.

I don’t “dismiss” any of the proposals, least of all what Peter aptly calls the “least worst” one. I just don’t think any of them is a solution, in any reasonable or humane sense of that word.

But not I’m not ultimately pessimistic: I hope & believe that among the younger generation of both “peoples” there will emerge some who will be able to imagine, conceive, act for, & ultimately bring about a viable alternative to the ongoing strife.

& that is not all: I for one am glad to know that for some time now there have also been various forms of cooperation & dialogue between Israeli Jews & Palestinian Arabs, especially among the youth. This process, in fact, can be seen as peace actually being made, at least among those participating in these activities, but surely also rippling beyond them to at least everyone they come in contact with. It makes me think of the deeper meaning of the saying or slogan I have encountered several times, “There is no way to peace; peace is the way.” & I think it’s good to keep in mind that with all the terrible things that are still happening, the recurrent attacks & counter-attacks with their inevitable casualties, the grief & the bitterness that they cause, the suspicion & fear & hatred of the other side that they provoke – at the same time there are Israeli Jews & Palestinian Arabs who are already living in peace with one another & at the same time building the basis for future peace in the land. There is much more of this going on than we generally imagine or know about. With a bit of googling I’ve drawn up a short list of sites that tell a little of this story…

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arab-Israeli_peace_projects

http://www.insightonconflict.org/conflicts/israel-palestinian-territories/peacebuilding-organisations/

http://www.smh.com.au/world/gloves-on-as-sweet-science-spurns-division-20130313-2g0px.html

http://www.jpost.com/Diplomacy-and-Politics/Israeli-Palestinian-cooperation-aids-Kusra-victim

http://soccerstarsforpeace.com/

http://www.jspace.com/news/articles/barcelona-advocates-soccer-match-for-middle-east-peace/13087

http://www.streetfootballworld.org/special-womens-day/twinned-peace-soccer-schools-for-girls

http://www.prweb.com/releases/2013/1/prweb10378852.htm (Israeli and Palestinian Youth Musicians of Heartbeat Embark on Debut U.S. Tour to Promote Cooperation and Understanding)

http://israelseen.com/2012/11/16/y-theater-project-jerusalem-israeli-palestinian-cooperation/

Not that there aren’t difficulties:

http://www.haaretz.com/opinion/israeli-palestinian-dialogue-isn-t-for-wimps-we-need-more-of-it.premium-1.493705

http://books.google.com.au/books/about/Shared_histories.html?id=VNAvAQAAIAAJ&redir_esc=y

& if anyone knows of other sites on Israeli-Palestinian collaborations, please send me the links to add to this list…

A Post: “The days go by”, & a Page: “A two-state solution” for Israel/Palestine?”

The days go by

The days go by, or maybe it’s I who go by, mostly with other things on & in my mind than the things I blog about: life things, family things, health things, home maintenance things, things I read in books or online, things we see on TV, things we talk about, things we don’t talk about, things I remember, things I forget – &, beyond & beneath these, things I feel that I know I’m feeling & others that I don’t even know I’m feeling… Same as everyone, I suppose, everyone has their own mix of things they think about & feel & know they feel & don’t know they feel, only a fraction of which gets expressed…

Autumn’s begun, & even though the rainy season hasn’t ended there’s a cooler crispness in the air some days amid the last many days of high humidity. I’m feeling better today after a difficult few days… In the northern hemisphere it’s spring that has started. In the three weeks since my last post the Hebrew Feast of Spring, aka Passover, aka the Feast of Freedom has come & gone, seven days in Israel, eight days in the Diaspora, beginning the Monday night before last with the traditional Seder held in many Jewish homes. We didn’t have one at home, and didn’t go to one, we were invited but didn’t want to go, both of us weary of the repeated ritual & the constrained socializing, happy to be free of the obligation which we had fulfilled for so many years “for the children” or “for the family” or even “for our friends” (the several times over the decades when we had either edited or rewritten the texts to be read). We just raised a glass and said the one Passovery thing we could affirm as a wish & a choice for ourselves, including the choice we had made not to be at a Seder this evening: “Mi-avdut le-herut!”  (“From slavery to freedom!”)…

I have thoughts about the traditional texts too, but won’t go there now, perhaps another time. I began something in my last post, & have had several responses, not all of them directly. D, a friend in Israel who is a close friend of Nitza’s since their childhood, emailed her that it was difficult for her to read what I’d written. This is my home, she wrote, my whole life is here. & I think I understand: like so many Jewish Israelis of her and Nitza’s generation, their parents came to post-Balfour-Declaration British Mandatory Palestine/Eretz-Israel carrying the Zionist dream of a life in a country where Jews could live with dignity & one day have their own state & be free of foreign oppression. They joined the earlier generations of Zionist and Hebraist colonizers who had come and settled and worked to build a “national” economy & society & culture, to revive and structure the ancient & sacred Hebrew language into a modern vernacular, & to  create a Jewish public sphere in the land they believed was their historical homeland & which most of them related to almost as a terra nullius, a “land belonging to no one” (in spite of the presence, always understood as temporary, of the occupying British forces & administration, & of the not so clearly temporary presence of the indigenous Palestinian population,  much as many of the earlier colonizers of Australia had done here. gave their all to raise a generation of native Israeli-Jews who could live good lives & be proud of who they were – as Jews in the countries they had come from had never been able to be.

We can’t know how many really believed in these things, or how many merely accepted the myth & the ideologies that drove the forces acting for the creation of this entity that was known as the Yishuv (I think the best translation of this word is the Settling, because although yishuv is a substantive that in other contexts should be translated simply as settlement, the plural being yishuvim, it is also a gerund that expresses an ongoing process, that of settling) until it became, in 1948, the State of Israel. We also can’t know how many considered the possible consequences – moral, political, psychological, sociological, economic, military, etc. etc., for their own & for future generations – of ignoring the effects of their basic disregard & subsequent treatment of the Palestinian inhabitants of this land, which has many parallels to attitudes of pioneering colonizers to the indigenes of many countries of what for Europeans became the “Second World”. How much compassion can one have for people who resent your incursion (which you believe is somehow yours by “right”) & also sometimes resort to violence to express their resentment & try to make you move away?

Raised by parents who saw the future in their children & did what they could to give their children a good life in this “Old New Land”, Nitza’s generation (as a whole, of course this is a generalization and there would have been exceptions) had a childhood & youth that gave them a deep identification with the country of their birth. They imbibed this at home, at school, in youth movements (a vibrant social environment in comradeship groups that were a focus of their social lives through their high school years & into the years of national service in the IDF, & for some continued into kibbutzim).  Most of them have built their lives in Israel, they’ve built families & raised children & many now have grandchildren; they’ve established relationships, neighbourhood connections, & cultural associations that are linked indissolubly to the place they live in & love; they have lived through several wars, survived the Scud attacks during the Gulf War of 1991; many of them & their children have fought in this country’s wars. They have grieved together for the many casualties of battles & of terrorist attacks, have commemorated the fallen in these wars on many Remembrance Days, & celebrated the military & other achievements of their state on many Independence Days.

They are for the most part secular Jews, not religious, although most will have the traditional family gatherings on Seder nights (whether they actually read from the Haggadah or not, or, as many do, skip through the part until the meal begins & ignore the part that follows) and Rosh Hashanah (the Hebrew New Year) eve; their sons will be circumcised eight days after they’re born & have a bar-mitzvah when they turn 13, & their daughters will have bat-mitzvahs. They’re secular Jews who feel their Jewhood as an ethnicity, feel themselves part of the Jewish people, & each year on Holocaust Day commemorate those who perished in World War II & the heroism of the ghetto fighters & the partisans who resisted the Nazi machine. Many of them may feel stress & distress about the ongoing conflict, many of them may have participated in rallies & been part of the “peace camp” until it imploded in 2000 after the abortive Camp David summit, & may still wish for peace & be opposed to the occupation & to the current political climate in the country & even feel despair because they’re now a minority in the demographic make-up of the present-day Israeli-Jewish population, which has changed dramatically since the 1967 war & the occupation of the West Bank and the Gaza Strip – but still they see as Israel as their home, as a Jewish state they want to continue to live in.

So of course it cannot be a solution for them to leave their established lives & homes in Israel, (even if they could get an immigration visa to somewhere like here & had the means to make the move) & to have to try to start a new life in another country, with another language, another culture, other customs, to become foreigners, immigrants, as earlier generations of their ancestors had to do every now and then.

Many of them, I imagine, probably may well support a two-state solution, and would support the ceding of occupied territories now settled by Jews (the “territories for peace” formula) to make this possible. But, as I wrote in my last post, I find the idea that there can be a viable & lasting “two-state solution” very problematic. I’ve now written a page about this, & am publishing it with this post:

 

A two-state solution for Israel/Palestine?

I once really supported the two state idea, participated in several “Peace Now” demonstrations for it in Tel Aviv during the ’90s, & remember marching  alongside other demonstrators in the middle of the road in Dizengoff Street in on the way to Rabin Square for a protest rally, carrying placards and chanting, in Hebrew, “Yisrael Falastin, shtey medinot leshney amim!” [Israel Palestine, Two States for Two Peoples!]. We were a minority then, and encountered not a few hecklers on the sidewalks along the way who angrily berated us as traitors… Click here to read entire page.

My Mixed Feelings About Israel/Palestine

I do want to post something at least once a week, but last week I felt it was time to start introducing my musings about certain things that have mattered to me & still matter to me when I think of them.
One general subject, which I’ve summed up in the title of the present post, keeps coming back to me, even nagging at me to at last come out with these things.  I think it comes upon me in waves, sometimes in response to something I read or see on the news (the most recent of these being the spate of news & commentary about “Prisoner X” Ben Zygier & about dual Australian and Israeli citizenship, & also a short article in the Sydney Morning Herald of 130307 by Ruth Pollard, “‘Systematic’ abuse of Palestinian youth”).  & sometimes it comes with an urgency, a want to express, usually accompanied by a feeling of not knowing how to do it or what good it might do anyway…  So last week I started trying different ways of introducing it, & it has taken me a fortnight to prepare this post.

I wonder how many Jews really have very mixed feelings (as I do) about the Israel/Palestine nexus. From what I see & read online & on TV, Jews who publicly express themselves seem to have quite unmixed & unambivalent feelings & views – most of them defending (at least, if not championing) Israel & tacitly accepting or even justifying whatever inhumane action “the Jewish state” commits in the ongoing conflict as regrettable but necessary “collateral damage”, a minority protesting, condemning (if not attacking) Israel for any or all of those.

Foremost among the former are the presidents, chairpersons or spokespersons of national or state Jewish roof-bodies made up of delegates of officially recognized Jewish organizations in that country or state. In Australia these roof-bodies are the federal “Executive Council of Australian Jewry” (ECAJ), and the state Victorian & NSW “Jewish Boards of Deputies”. In the US, where the most important “pro-Israel” lobby in the world is active, there is a more complex network of Jewish roof-bodies. One of these is the Jewish Council for Public Affairs (JCPA), which together with another Jewish roof-body, has set up the Israel Action Network to protect Israel’s “right to exist as a sovereign democratic Jewish state“. The JCPA honestly characterizes itself as “the representative voice of the organized American Jewish community”.

But I suspect that today most Jews in any country (& especially in the more “developed” “First World” and “Second World” countries), are (like myself) not “organized”, & do not belong to or identify with any of the official Jewish organizations. I also feel that all the Jews in any country do not really constitute a “community” in any real or physical sense, though I think there is certainly such a thing as Jewish “community feeling”, even when it goes little further than feeling something in common with other Jews. That feeling may also extend to feelings about Israel. After all, Israel is so often referred to, not only by Zionists but also by the media at large, as “the Jewish state”, and Zionists even call Israel “the state of the Jewish people”.

I also suspect that all those who do publicly express themselves unambivalently do actually also have very mixed feelings, but that they keep the feelings that conflict with their chosen position  to themselves (or suppress them in themselves) for fear of one kind or another (or several).

Anyhow, I have very mixed feelings about the whole complex Israel/Palestine nexus, & also some understandings that I sometimes think & feel are important, & I want to try to express them (over time) in this blog.

My own case is not a typical one, I know. I lived in Israel for more than half of my 76+ years, as a dual citizen. I married my Israeli-born wife Nitza there, we raised our three sons there, we all had occasional (& sometimes close) contacts with the families of Nitza’s sister & cousins, & also had not a few friends & many acquaintances there. While living in Israel I lived as an Israeli citizen: I worked (for many years as an untenured university lecturer on English & American Literature, & for even more years as a translator of art-critical, scholarly & literary writings from Israeli-Hebrew to English & paid income tax & “national insurance” (social security) levies; I voted in elections, served in the army reserves, participated in demonstrations against the Occupation. Nitza & I left Israel for good almost 12 years ago, primarily because we now had a grandson, Emmanuel, in Australia, born to our eldest son Jonathan & his Israeli-born wife Ora, & our youngest son Zohar was also living in Australia, but also because we both wanted to live here now. & I was glad to leave Israel, even though I loved so much about living there, because I wanted to no longer feel complicit in any way in so much that I opposed, and felt (and I still feel) that Israel’s wars are not my wars. Another important reason why we came back here was because we could, because we were & are Australian citizens.

& we’re still living here, as Australian citizens – & as immigrants (I can think of myself as a second-time immigrant: the first time I immigrated was with my mother in 1946) – & like  many first- & second- generation immigrant families, we (Nitza & I & our three sons & two Israeli-born daughters-in-law) are all bilingual – & on an everyday basis. We speak to each other in a mixture of  Israeli-Hebrew & English, sometimes even switching languages in mid-sentence. Our middle son Ohav lives in Israel but visits us for about a month every year, & when he’s not here we often skype, sometimes en famille.  I still do some translation work & continue to conduct email conversations with clients in Israel. I still have very warm feelings for friends & acquaintances in Israel, even if I don’t keep up contact except perhaps rarely with some on facebook; Nitza has skype & email contacts with close friends in Israel; she reads news & articles in Haaretz & Maariv & Ynet online every day & keeps me posted on many things; I feel & think much & often about the situation there & the issues surrounding it. & we also have the same, if much more occasional and random, bilingual contact with quite a number of immigrants from Israel now resident in the Byron Shire, individuals & families generally of our sons’ generation or younger, who have also chosen to live here rather than there… (I’ve heard it said that the two largest groups of immigrants in the shire are from Germany and from Israel – and by the conversations in Israeli-Hebrew or German I sometimes overhear in passing on the street or in a shop I think it’s probably true).

When I first came to Israel, in 1959, I was an idealist who believed in Zionism & had come to Israel to help to “rebuild the Jewish homeland” (which, as a believer in the Borochovian Socialist Zionism of the Hashomer Hatzair youth movement, I thought of as a necessary condition for effective participation by Jews in the world socialist revolution). Had I been told then that I could do this only if I gave up my Australian citizenship, I think I would have done it. But I wasn’t, & I was happy to keep my Australian citizenship, an Australian passport would be better to have when entering other countries or visiting Australia again. It wasn’t until 1967, after the Six-Day War & the occupation of Palestinian territories that followed it, that I started having second thoughts about Zionism, & also to feel glad I hadn’t given up my Australian citizenship. Nitza & I were living in Melbourne then: we’d come to visit my mother  in 1965, not intending to stay, but we stayed four & a half years, during which time Jonathan was born, my mother died, I “turned on” & “tuned in” (a subject for some later memoirings & posts), & I might well have stayed here then had Nitza not decided to go back to Israel because she didn’t feel secure with the “tuned in” me in Oz & also wanted Jonathan to have the same kind of childhood that she’d had (as if that were possible).

When I left Melbourne again in 1969 to go back to Israel, it was not as a Zionist, it was to be with Nitza & Jonathan. For the next few decades I lived there as a citizen who loved many things about the country & the culture & lots of people but had increasingly strong feelings about policies & practices pursued by successive governments of the country & the occupied territories. Many of the Israelis I mixed with had similar feelings. There were then (& there still are) not a few other Israelis who publicly objected to & opposed those policies & practices. I read or heard or saw some of these in the media, encountered many of them at demonstrations, & felt with them the increasing general frustration & sense of inability to do anything real about these things or to affect the views of the majorities that elected these governments. Like so many other Tel-Avivians I knew, we lived our life there in a bubble that essentially closed us away from matters that did not directly impact on our everyday lives (although, like them, we would often find ourselves putting our lives on pause to watch “breaking news” reports of terrorist actions, reprisals, wars, & “critical” political developments). The “everyday life” of this Tel-Aviv “bubble”, I should add, also incorporated a rich, vibrant & diverse cultural, social & economic life, replete with media, literature, cinema, theater, music, museums, art galleries (with access to both the latest & the best in Israeli-Hebrew and international cultural creation), sport, restaurants, cafes, etc., etc.  & there was much to love (& much that I loved & still love) about Israeli-Hebrew cultural creation & people involved in it.

I’m glad we came back to Australia, glad to be living here without the pressures of life in Israel, glad to be no longer paying taxes to a regime of occupation that I opposed. I’m glad to be a resident & citizen in a  country where race, ethnicity or religion no longer legally constitute factors determining whether one can immigrate & become, & then be, an equal citizen, in a country that is progressing more and more (if not always rapidly or consistently) towards equal civil rights for all, irrespective not only of race, ethnicity & religion, but also of gender & sexual orientation.  I think “progressing” is the right word: Australia has come a long way since, say, 1933 (see, for example, Jewish Immigration After WW2 & History of the Jews in Australia) & especially since the scrapping of the White Australia Policy – & there’s still a long way to go, & there are people saying so, and ongoing public discussion of critical issues (see, on the issue of asylum seekers for example, Malcolm Fraser’s article in the SMH of 130304, and a 120817 opinion piece by Paul Power, CEO of the Refugee Council of Australia). 

I’m still technically a dual citizen, but I’ve only kept my Israeli passport for the few brief visits I may make there, you get out of the airport quicker.

So: my mixed feelings may not be quite the same as those of many other Jews who have mixed feelings, & I suspect that some of what I feel stems from those emotions in me that drew me to socialism in my youth, but I imagine that in essence many Jews are torn between conflicting feelings of love & antipathy, pride & shame, hope & fear for & about much that is done in Israel/Palestine, by or to Israelis, by or to Palestinians, & for & about much that is connected to what I’m calling the  whole complex Israel/Palestine nexus.

I love & care about much about Israel – people, places, landscapes, atmospheres, smells, tastes… I feel for the many Jewish Israelis who live there not because they chose the Zionist idea but because they were born there, & Israel is the only homeland they have. Many of them may even not be Zionists in their thinking, though all have been conditioned to some degree by the state’s education system & by the general consensus. & many may accept Zionism, but cannot think of its xenophobic implications or consequences. I do not want harm to happen to any of them, I feel they are in a tragic bind.

But I also have feelings about what the State of Israel does, & how that affects both the perpetrators & the victims, & I have feelings for & about the Palestinians, for people I don’t know who were born in pre-Israel Palestine or after the Naqba, to become either not-quite-equal citizens of the “sovereign democratic Jewish state” or denizens of refugee camps outside it, most of them under Israeli occupation since 1967, & who also have no other homeland, whose situation cannot be  humanely disregarded even though the resistance of their militants to the occupation resorts to acts of terrorism against Israeli civilians.

& I have problems not only with the occupation, but also with the contradictions inherent in the notion of a “sovereign democratic Jewish state”, with the Zionist representation of Israel as “the state of the Jewish people”, with the widespread practice of the general media of referring to Israel as “the Jewish state” – & also, I think, with the idea that there can be a viable & lasting “two-state solution”.

I hope to take these matters up further in later posts, but will welcome comments  at this stage too.

How I became consciously a Jew

It was in Shanghai that – after a shock discovery – I became consciously a Jew (I don’t know how better to express this). What precipitated this shock discovery was that before it I had become – emotionally at least – a Christian!

I’ll tell this story, in “instalments”, in this & following posts, drawing on the memoirings I already have on disc.

From their contents of these posts I’ll also build the next chapter of My Memoirings. Click this link to read it: Shanghai.

 

Now some of my own memoirings

Preparing the sections of My Mother’s Memoirs & then publishing them here has also stirred & resparked in me  a desire to prepare & publish my own memoirs here, starting from my first memories & what I remember from the first eleven years of my life that my mother did write about until the point where her narrative stops, in mid-1947, when we were living in that “small bedroom in the place of some old kosher Jew” (see Via Hong Kong to Melbourne), in Elwood…

I wrote in my preface to her memoirs that she wrote them because I asked her to, and that I think she probably stopped where she stopped because she assumed I didn’t need to be told what happened after that. Many years ago my eldest son, Jonathan, also asked me to write my memoirs (and I have on occasions tried to do this, and have quite a number of memoirings on disc), but for various reasons — some known to me & some not, that I won’t even start going into now — I never found a satisfying way to do it.

But now, with this blog as a structurer, I feel I may have found one. I don’t know how far I’ll get with it. I particularly want to start on my childhood years, but I think I’d like to at least get to the time when Jonathan turned 11 — my age at the time my mother’s memoirs stop. That would bring us to mid-1978, in Tel  Aviv, when I turned 42,  with Nitza approaching 35, Ohav approaching 9, and Zohar recently turned 7. But I’m anticipating. Today I’m launching a new “parent page” called My Memoirings, & publishing the first section of it: Childhood: WarsawShanghai, a collation of fragments about my own rememberings from the period my mother wrote about in the sections of her memoirs that I’ve titled MotherhoodRefugeehood: From Warsaw to Shanghai


Click on a pic to enlarge & see in gallery form.
 
 
In this and following sections of My Memoirings I will also publish some photographs from the period the section covers. I have only a few photographs from the first period. The two I’ve included above are among my long-time favorite pics of me from that time.

“My Mother’s Memoirs” Now Completely Uploaded, & some photos…

I’ve  now completed  uploading all of My Mother’s Memoirs.

Re-reading them while preparing the texts for the blog format, I’ve again been deeply moved by so much of what my mother tells about her life before I was even thought about. And I feel I must say here that matters related to what I chose as a first “main focus” for my blog play a very minor role both in the experiences she writes about and in my response to them: her Jewishness, like her Polishness, seems like no more than a muted background color of an essentially human story, with its unique particularities of personality and character also reflecting the historical specifities of the time, the place, and the conditions in which it was lived and, inevitably, also, of those in which it was remembered and written the way it was. But because I focused so much on my “main focus” in my previous posts, I feel I need to say here that I’m publishing these memoirs as I’ve experienced them – not in relation to that or any other particular focus, but as a human story, one person’s story, a widowed mother’s story of her girlhood, young womanhood, marriage, motherhood, and refugeehood: indeed, by the time of the last of the writing, of the first four decades of her life.

And beside them, in this post, I’m publishing a first gallery of photos that Nitza has scanned and heightened for me from the few surviving photos that I have from those times. The first is the only photo I have of my mother from before she bore me —  Henia (this is what everyone called her, though her official given name was Henryka),  striking a pose in a swimsuit together with two girlfriends on some beach, an almost completely faded sepia photo; the others are of her & or my father &/or me still in Warsaw, before our “flight”, some probably taken at the vacation place she wrote that we went to for three months every summer of the first three years of my life. In some photos I appear with a friend, and there is one photo of another boy by himself, in a colder season: I know that he was my closest friend, and I remember hearing in Shanghai that he too escaped with his family & was living in Madison, Wisconsin — but I not longer remember his name. The last two photos are of my Uncle Leon, my father’s elder brother, and of his son Robuś (my mother wrote about them in the section My Father’s Family, and mentions Leon again in the section Refugeehood.