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everyone. So close to the end of the war, we truly      duty every night. The ‘chaverim’ were equipped
        felt the reality of the struggle for Independence.      with old Czech rifles, while the ‘chaverot’ were
        Death was still very much present. I will always        equipped with whistles!
        remember, during our stay at Kibbutz Tzora, the         The moshav next to us was Tzofit, from which we
        line of mourners wending their way through the          were visited by a number of enthusiastic males,
        vineyard down to the cemetery in total silence,         who came to ‘inspect’ the new Anglo-recruits.
        where they were burying one of their members            Among them was Shaul Arlozerov, the son of
        who had died of his wounds a short time before.
                                                                Arlozerov who became a family friend. An
        The experiences and stories we heard about the          additional attraction was the nearby orange
        heroic war, so recently concluded, bonded us to         groves. We would fall upon these luscious,
        the Jewish-Israeli reality and to our future            succulent, thick-skinned oranges, ready for the
        commitment, through Habonim, to the Zionist             picking, which we had never seen before in
        cause. Later when I was on Hachshara at Hurst           England, and after greedily eating our fill, would
        Grange in 1950, I commemorated this experience          suffer the consequences!
        by writing a dedication, which was read out by          We made a trip up north and stayed at Kfar Blum,
        members of the Hachshara such as ‘Frank’                and during that very rainy Pesach season were
        ‘Lyonal’ ‘Rosei’ and others no longer with us .
                                                                taken on a trip in an open lorry up to Safed! The
        Our course took place at the Beit Berl College in       only gallery open was that of Alweil, a veteran
        Kfar Saba that was just being established. It           artist who worked with metal, on Jewish themes.
        entailed lectures on ‘Socialist Zionism’ and            At the entrance, there was a little cup, requesting
        ‘Zionist Socialism’ i.e. referring to the ideological   ‘entrance fees’. My first impressions of Safed
        history and ongoing debates of the ‘Yeshuv’, and        were that it was wet, damp and empty and
        introducing us to the political and cultural life of    reminiscent of an East-European Shtetl. This was
        Israeli society. Of the well-known lecturers there,     reinforced yet again when I settled in Safed in
        I remember best the composer/musician/pianist,          1968; my studio was just one alleyway over from
        Zamburski, who introduced us to contemporary            where I had visited in 1949-1950.
        Israeli music and songs. The main building had a        These months had a tremendous impact on us. To
        lecture room, kitchen, and dining room and there        hear the stories of the suffering and incredible
        were dorm rooms; the library was just being built.
                                                                heroism arising from the dire need of a nation to
         It was a very memorable year, because during           survive was the first indelible memory of that
        that winter snow fell in Tel Aviv. It was extremely     time. At the age of around 18, we were witnesses
        cold at Beit Berl and there was only one small          to the aftermath of the war, of young people still
        electric stove in the lecture hall. When walking        dying of their wounds and a country slowly
        outside, I slipped on the ice and cut open my           recovering its spiritual breath.
        thumb, an old injury that to this day, seasonally       There were other happier memories of hard
        alerts me to any change in the weather! Due to the      physical work done on young kibbutzim, of
        heavy rains and snow melting, the passages              clearing stone strewn areas in Mansura (now Kfar
        leading from the main building to the dormitories       Hanassi), which was one of the first kibbutzim
        flooded with water, and we had to wade through          established by Habonim in 1949, under the
        ankle deep water. The building grounds and sewer        burning sun. This would become crop-bearing
        system were not yet complete and simply could           fields. We lived in primitive conditions, cooking
        not cope with the deluge! It was cold, wet and          in enormous pots for the ‘chevreh’ on a small
        miserable!
                                                                primus stove, the smell of which is still fresh in
        At the time, Kfar Saba was situated right at the        my nostrils, endless ‘asefot’ (member meetings)
        border, and it was necessary for us to do guard         and decorating the simple wood wall of the

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