Chapter 3, Avi
October 30, 1957 Meme Milli, Grandma on Dad's side, and Tata Beya, Meme’s older sister, took me to the hospital. No, I was not sick. Mom was there to bring the new baby. It was hot and dry, and the wind was blowing strong. I didn't like the wind. It picks up the light sand and swirls it around like a small tornado. Sometimes I saw it coming toward me, and I was afraid that it will pick me up and fly me around as the dust and throw me down somewhere far. The night before I didn't sleep well. The doctor said that I shouldn't live in Be’er-Sheva because of the dust and the dry weather. "He is allergic to dust," the doctor said," you should move up north, near the sea." Dad was in Netanya learning a new job polishing diamonds so we could move there soon. Meme Milli said that he will come this afternoon. Both Meme Milli and Tata Beya spoke only Arabic; they had lived in Israel only six years. My family came from ...