My Old Home in Tel-Aviv

I lived in a flat in Tel-Aviv, Israel until 1968, when I was eight years old. It was on the top floor of a three-storey building, standing on pillars - typical of its time. There was enough room to park a few cars under the pillars, not that many people in the flat owned cars at the time.

There was also a small garden from which the inhabitants would pluck flowers. One afternoon, my brother and I went to pluck flowers. Two policemen saw us and one said to his mate: "Chase those kids away!" We ran like hellfire.

In 2015, my brother and I went to the area in which our old flat still stood. The "garden" was still there, but to our adult eyes, it looked like a tiny patch of greenery. The flowers were still there. We laughed at the memory of the afternoon when we ran away from the policemen, but we could no longer gain access into the block of flats. A security code had been installed.