Two families of German Jews, taken before the war, during a friendly meeting. Only two of those who photograph, survived the Holocaust. Germany, 1928. US Holocaust Memorial Museum
During World War II, German Nazis and their allies killed six million Jews. This methodical, bureaucratic, organized at the state level, the operation of persecution and extermination called the Holocaust. The word "holocaust" - a Greek, it means "burnt offering." The Nazis, who came to power in Germany in January 1933 and claimed that the Germans - "superior race", considered the Jews "inferior" race, posing a threat to so-called German racial community.
Jerusalem memorial "Yad Vashem"
But today my article is not this terrible event and occasion, which occurred a hot July day in 1951. This case was told Esor Ben-Sorek:
"I was in Tel Aviv, and it was too hot to walk. At the intersection of Ben Yehuda and Gordon, I got on the bus, coming from №4.
In the crowded cabin was nowhere to sit. I stood next to a Yemeni woman who was holding a live chicken.
People enthusiastically talked, discussing current news. Each offered a personal vision of the political situation in the country, and all were on this account their views.
As is customary in Israel, every man thought of himself as the true source of "insider information".
One said: "My cousin works in the police, and he told me ...".
The other replies: "Nonsense. My neighbor's son serves in the army, and he told us ... ".
Someone from the rear of the bus called out, "Who cares? In the near future will not change anything! "
At each stop, some passengers went out, while others came. Inside, a few vacant places, and I finally sat down.
At the next stop we have gone three or four people. An elderly woman came up to the receiver of coins, which was located next to the driver to pay the fare.
Suddenly, looking at the bus driver, she let out a piercing scream: "Moyshele, Moyshele, Moyshele, mein Kid!"
The driver slammed on the brakes and looking at the older woman, said: "Mom, Mom, is that you, Mom?"
They both survived the Holocaust in Poland and believed each other dead.
Leaping from his seat, the driver put his arm around his mother, and they cried with happiness.
All the passengers applauded. Some, seeing a family reunion, weeping with joy.
One of the passengers jumped out of the cabin and stopped the bus approaching. He shared his joy with the driver and asked him to report the incident to the transport company to replace our driver.
No one left the bus. The new driver has appeared in about half an hour.
Passengers make room for the mother and the son, who was still clutching each other's arms and wept.
At some point, our first driver, and his mother got off the bus, we all clapped their hands, and the passenger, speaking in Yiddish called "Mazal tov! Mazal tov! Tsu gezunt. And Zech Nahas! "
I do not know where they went. Probably the son took his mother to her home to introduce her to his wife and child.
We were so overwhelmed with emotions that they could not refrain from tears.
It was a hot July day in 1951. I will never forget the miracle that occurred on the bus №4 to this happy day. "