I just remembered that my father wrote a book about his life and called it that name. He did not publish that book. He published some other 20 books.I did not read that book and now i don't find it in my house. My son read it and said that it is amazing how many things my father made in his life.
Yesterday I found my father with a 800 pages book about WW2,He served in the Jewish brigade of the British army and was in Europe 5 years, until the end of the war.He came to Israel 91 years ago when he was 1 year and did not know the family who stayed in Poland, When the war was over he was asked to look for his cousin, a young woman who was in one of the camps, he went to that concentration camp and found her, unlike my Father i don't know how to tell a story.
(here were some sad facts, I deleted it)
Later we watched Sky news live coverage of the 70 years celebrations from London.
This is not a sad post. We are happy family as happy families are, and sad as sad families are.