remember and forgive One of my strongest childhood memories is going, after the six-days-war, with my grandmother to look for the house where she grew up in the Old City of Jerusalem. For 19 years it had been under Jordanian rule. Not only did we find the house but the family name of my grandmother was still on the wall, in Yiddish! An old Arab man, hearing the commotion outside, came out of the house, looked at my grandmother and said: "Bintee Rozin" ("You are Rozin's daughter"). They cried, we cried. It felt like a very special moment.
After that she said something that never left me and which formed my political view to this day. She said that even if she was offered her home back, she would never have accepted it. It was theirs now and so it should stay.
On the poster is the only photo I can find from this very emotional trip. printed material stretched on wooden frame
size: 60 X 85 X 3 cm