Historical Note

My mother Yocheved Glaiberg (Pet-name: Yadja) was born in the city of Lodz, Poland.
Her father, Mendel Glaiberg had a tiny grocery shop. He was deeply religious with some streaks of mysticism in his faith.
Her mother, Rachel Glaiberg (whose name-sake I am) was an earthly woman- a little ruler of their daily life besides working as a seamstress.
There were one brother, Abraham (quite a tragic figure, living with endless secular doubts in a minute religious universe) and six sisters, including my mother. I don't mention their names, I remember only their pet-name: Fela, Frania, Mala, Topcha and one whose pet name I forgot and I call her ,symbolically, in one of my poems: Judith (Yehudit- meaning Jewess).
On 1939, with the German occupation of Poland, the Jews of Lodz were shut in the Ghetto. The father and the mother died in the Ghetto. My mother, her five sisters and her brother were transported in one of the 'death-trains' to the concentration camp of Auschwitz. Only my mother survived.
After the end of the war (1945) my mother, desperately ill, was recovered for long in an English hospital in Poland.
She returned to Lodz to find out who remained from the large family, from her old world. It was an important station between the 'before' and the 'after'.
When she left Lodz, she met and married my father (Solomon Nagler) and they decided to go to Israel. They travelled illegally since the English didn't allow Jewish immigration to Israel. As a matter of fact, when they reached the port of Haifa, Israel, they were sent to an English concentration camp in Cyprus and stayed there for two years. On 1948, with the Israeli declaration of independence, they arrived finally to Israel.
I was conceived in Cyprus and born in Haifa, Israel.