The Horse Adjutant the East. I stayed there for about four months. During this time I learned about the place and its language. The first thing I learned was that you had to know somebody to get a job. I explored the surrounding area as well, and I stumbled upon a place I liked. Ein Ha Shfet was a socialist kibbutz populated with American and Polish Jews, near Haifa. Its main business was agriculture, and since it was in the north of Israel, it felt a little like my old home, Grybow. No longer did I have to hide my identity. On the contrary, I was proud of it and so was everyone else. I was asked to stay and made this my home. I liked this place, but after living there for a while, I realized the kibbutz was even more socialist than Russia. You needed a pass to go out or to buy something. Oversight of my whereabouts was something I was and still am very leery about. Life was good, but I knew I wouldn’t stay there for long. Life was not so good for my friends back in Poland. The situation for Jews continued to degrade until 1967 when all of the remaining Jews were forced out of the country. Before the Soviet ‘Iron curtain’ descended, I learned from my contacts in Poland that by the time I left I was listed as a 1st Lieutenant with three medals, a Medal of Victory, a Medal of Freedom, and the shield of Grunwald with a Silver Cross for valor. I have never seen them and wonder how I could verify my achievement. Maybe, someone who reads this memoir can figure that out. Even though I left before having a degree, I was a fully trained Radio Telephone En- gineer, so I applied for a job at the Haifa telephone company, and I was readily hired. I rented a room in Haifa and although it was small, I was comfortable. I started as a home telephone installer and then got involved in switching and the aerial wires. I knew enough Hebrew to get along and, when I got more involved in my job, I started to learn English, because phone systems are based on that language. I liked what I was doing and began to slip into a nice routine. My confidence blossomed with my abili- ties, along with my love for my new country. I was living the life of a bachelor and starting to think about finding a wife. It was time. I longed for a companion. I met Betty Sternlicht in 1958 while she was on a trip to Israel from America. She was living in the USA for nine years prior to the time I met her. Here is how Betty char- acterized our first meeting and our budding love affair. “All of a sudden I thought like I had known him my whole life. I was living in the United States for about ten years after the war. Both of my sisters were there as well. Life was moving along. I survived the war with my sisters. We are all part of Schindler’s list. My sister worked directly for Kommandant Goth, in his home. My mother and father were swept up in the terrible storm of Nazism. My father, a metal contractor who also built balconies, was sent to Belzec where no one survived, and my mother succumbed to exhaustion and a
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