In The Ghetto - 25 Years - SERVED

In 1970, my mother took me to Israel - as her resolve to save me from a fate of drugs and violence in the States. Where she took me was a township belonging to the municipality of Bnei Brak called Tel Giborim. Named after the men who were killed during the war of independence - The Hill of the Heroic. I was the token American girl with her limping dog Corky, in the midst of a neighborhood of combined backgrounds - Polish, Roumanian, Iraqi, Morrocan, Kurdish, Libyan, Yemenite. The full melting pot.

At first I was sent to learn in a religious school called Yesodot, but after 6 months I wanted out. I simply couldn't understand. I couldn't cope either with what was going on at home. My mother was again mentally unwell. Her rages were getting more frequent, her outbursts and her depressions.

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