אפר 01 2009
"Listen. I came here to find that there is nothing of me left here. Everything is gone. But I have a new family, a new country and a new life. I do not want to be here for one moment more. We're leaving."
Her father, Zvi, was murdered in the Warsaw Ghetto in 1941, after smuggling in food to a Jewish family. He was followed to Auschwitz by Raya, her mother, Sigmund, her brother-in-law and her sister, Nechama.
I was named for Nechama.
My mother, a Zionist, made Aliyah to this country in the early thirties and met my father Eliezer here. Some members of my father's family were murdered at the Treblinka Death Camp, but most of them, the lucky ones, immigrated together with him to Eretz Yisrael. Last week my parents celebrated their seventieth wedding anniversary. They are now watching this speech from their home in Jerusalem, the city where they have lived all of their lives in Israel. And my father was even awarded the title "Yekir Yerushalayim" [beloved of Jerusalem].
I dedicate to them my words here today.