I am a writer. I write stories that I witnessed from real life, starting before, during and after WWII, and whatever followed.
Never-ending stories about people migrating to correct Nature's unfair choice of the place an time to start their lives.
A story about a mother of two twins who had to sell one of them to an English lady specialized in selling babies to rich people. Twenty years later, the sold twin became an Israeli soldier, whereas his twin brother became a Hezbollah fighter. Their disturbingly provocative encounter was during an Israeli invasion of south Lebanon.
In all the stories, human feelings and behavior always prevails. It seems to be Nature's stick to get everything back in order.