The Blue Bull

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My grandfather, Yochanan Ron, your story is an inspiration that I as your granddaughter feel fortunate to have heard. It was an even bigger honor to write it:

Some psychologists argue that we canÕt remember our infancy because we canÕt frame the memories in linguistic terms. Yet, I remember. No words or any number of letters framed together could erase these memories from my mind. In 1941, at the age of one, my family was deported to Transnistria.

I was four years old when I returned to Chernovitz. But before my return I had seen the living dead, heard the vile hiss of malevolence and got a taste of the life of an orphan.

Struggle followed us for years later as we journeyed through Bukovina, Romania, Bulgaria and Cyprus on our way to Palestine. But itÕs through stories, like the one about the blue bull, that a child learns to live and cover the memories of hunger and hatred. And by telling these stories, a memory can teach forever.

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