Jewish Life Digital Edition July 2015 | Page 44

FEATURE FAKE IT Sometimes the best way to learn is on the job I BY ZAHAVA HIRSCH till you make it Immigration to Israel 1945 MY MOTHER WAS HUNGARIAN. MORE PRECISELY, she was from Transylvania, the same place as Count Dracula (a fact that my husband, Mannie, never stopped reminding her of). My mother came to Israel (then Palestine) around 1933, when it was under British rule. At that time, immigration to Israel was not permitted to Jews. She was on a boat travelling to Egypt, from where she intended to smuggle herself overland into Israel. My mother was very pretty and young (18). When the boat landed in Haifa, she saw her chance to slip away. She went to the captain and begged him to let her leave the boat in order to kiss the ground of Israel. He objected and said, “Nobody is allowed to leave the ship. You may run away.” She handed him her purse and assured him there was nothing she could do without her money. She fluttered her eyes