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Egyptian, Egyptian" cried the shoeshine man, and the children followed him. I was especially afraid from his voice and dark long face. and used to cross the street when ever I saw him. Than one courageous moments I answered " But also Moses came from Egypt
14:50 (02/04/13) אילנה כהן

Egyptian, Egyptian" cried the shoeshine man, and the children followed him. I was especially afraid from his voice and dark long face. and used to cross the street when ever I saw him. Than one courageous moments I answered " But also Moses came from Egypt" To this answer they weren't prepared So they left me alone, but not for a long time…. We were "the outsider children" of the Israeli society" in these words the writer Eli Amir opened his speech at Beit Hatfu. And all the pictures/scenes returned to me like a slow burning movie. "We gave a home to hundreds of unfortunate children from broken homes" The trembling voice of the 75 years old and almost blind teacher, rolled over the large crowd who attended the ceremony of closing the regional high school. in Kibbutz Hulda. ,Even at his age and medical condition he still maintained the "Kibutznikim" Patronage attitude towards the "outsider children". " What you don't wear a bra yet? And you wear a tricot shirt? At this first moment I was disqualified by the boys and girls who accompanied me.my mother and my brother ,from the bus to my new home/ What language are you speaking? Asked the tall good-looking girl" What? This is French? Egyptian French?" and all the children broke into laughter ""Well never mind, let's show her the room and what does she hold in her suitcase"/ Slowly slowly I took out my few clothes. 2 pairs of shoes one for the summer and one for the winter, 2 books ,shirts sweaters and the only coat my mother bought me with her first salary. The girls approached and started taking out the "World of Cnema" magazine that my mother brought from her office, and under them they discovered a package of cotton wool. "Why do you need cotton wool? Asked Dorit ?. I blushed and didn't answer. I remembered that in my class in Tel Nordau's school in Tel Aviv ,no girls admitted that she got already her periods, though the teacher and the nurse interrogated us. "What you really got the periods " I nodded with my head. and to my surprise I got two points on my behalf. but not for a long time During the first months of our stay in the Kibbutz , the separation from me and my brother, was hard on my mother and she used to come and visit us once a week. Traveling by buses after a day of work and returned early next morning straight to her office/ "Why does your mother need to come every week? I was asked many times by my class mates. "Do you know how much it costs the Kibbutz? "But my mother works during the days and can come only on the afternoons and there are no buses going back in the evening to Tel Aviv " I tried to explain. "so why shouldn't she take the bus to Nachshon Junction? Suggested one of the children. So I my mother had to surrender to my imploring . So my mother a beautiful woman of 38 years ,traveled with one of the kibbutz members at night to th Nachshon Junction and was left there alone waiting for the bus. These were the days of the "Fadayeen ".,Arab terrotists, who used to cross the border and in to Israel and murder innocent civilians. My mother stood with tears in her eyes and in fear till a bus from the old road from Jerusalem stopped and took her to Tel Aviv. When I think of it a shiver crosses my body and all this because of the red lips of Dorit who tweeted "Mothers of other children don't come every week and take advantage of the Kibbutz". "Open your suitcase! What did you bring? a Radio from Italy? With a green eye? What does the girl has in her hand a doll?" I turned the doll up and down and Alma (the doll) screamed MAMA . At the age of three with my parents and small brother,I was standing in Haifa Port in front of "Pharaoh officer" who was examining my passport took out a pencil behind his ear straightened himself and scolded my parents. "Don't you know that the English ruled here? And you name your daughter Helen? Helen in Hebrew is Lea" .He decided, erased Wrote down and stamped. I just reached classl A and decided that my name will be Ilana. To tell the truth I don't know why? Maybe because I was born on Tu Bishvat the holidays of the trees in Israel, and Ilan is a tree in Hebrew,or because there were 4 other Ilanas in the class and I wanted to be like everyone. That's how I was reborn as an Israeli Ilana, not as Helen of Troy that kings fought over her but as a tree that somehow it's roots are wandering and has to go through many wars to lay down its roots on a safety soil in order to flourish and smile to the sky. And on some evenings yellow grains from the Pyramids are blowing raising a yearning for an unknown ancient land.