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FOLLOWING JOYCE'S Story                            then  by  train  all  the  way  to  Haifa.  From
                                                                  Haifa, we boarded an Egged bus to Safed, and
               ON A GROUP VISIT TO                                then  down  to  Rosh  Pina,  where  a  rickety
                                                                  kibbutz  lorry  picked  us  up  and  took  us
               GORSEY LEAZE IN 1946,                              through  muddy  roads  to  Kfar  Blum,  at  the

               AND MY 3RD BIRTHDAY                                edge of the malaria-infested Hula swamps.


               DUBI MARGALIT











                                                                             Kfar Blum, early days
               H                                                  In the morning (both my parents still in deep
                        and  on  heart,  thank  you,  Joyce.  I
                        didn't  know  that  there  was  a
                                                                  sleep), I walked across to the kibbutz kitchen
                        farewell  Neshef  for  Moggy  and
                                                                  in, (It was identified by intuition, growing up
               Sonia.  I gather that since they were making       which was adjacent to the hut we were put up
               Aliyah during the "White Paper" sanctions,         on Hachshara), and asked Frida, Kfar Blum's
               this was hushed and the event was dedicated        mythical  cook:  "Lady,  may  I  have  my
               to my 3rd birthday.                                breakfast please?". Frida, unabashed, met the
               Before the war, Moshe  Sharett ordered my          challenge.  A  critical  shift  followed  –  from
               parents to stay and continue movement work.        porridge to semolina.
               They, like many others, got caught up in the       In the Beit Yeladim, I lost my manners pretty
               war,  otherwise  I  would  have  been  born  a     quickly.
               'Sabra'.
                                                                  I am still on Kfar Blum.










                 We boarded an Egged bus to Safed

               We  could  not  come  directly  to  Israel.  Our                 Kfar Blum today
               route took us via Alexandria in Egypt, and




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