As I last visited my Aunt J. in her new Bat-Yam appartment she was old and sick. She told me about the time she was in different Nazi concentration camps- About encounters with J.Mengele- about the constant fear to be the next one to be chosen by him as well as the fear to become useless to him. She told me about the sisterhood the women in the camp established, adopting newcomers as “sisters”, taking care of each other. At the end of the war she spent two years in a swedish hospital, slowly (partly) recovering of malnutrition and a deep shock. Later on in Israel she got married to my fathers brother. They lived in Bat-Yam city. They were my Bat-Yam uncle and auntie and they had a private dream. They hoped that one day, in the far future they would move out the city center to live by the sea. At an old age the dream became reality. They moved into a small flat in an appartment block almost touching the water. My uncle died three monthes later. She was left alone in their little heaven by the sea. An old woman, a care case, grieving over her beloved husband and lifelong friend. From than on she was avoiding the balcony.
