I had the pleasant fortune to have a heartwarming meeting with an old lady. She was my neighbour, a 104 years old woman, survivor of the Holocaust. One day I met her son at the stairway, greeted each other, than he asked: ‘Would you like to greet my mother?’. Of course I wanted! As I entered her flat I was amased by the direct sunlight shining her room, which was full of full of books and photohraphs about her relatives: old men and women, middle aged people and little children - her relatives. The lady was sitting in a wheelchair covered up in a warm blanket. I stood in front of her, bent down and showed my right hand for a handshake. She grabbed my hand, squeezed it firmly and said it with enormous power: ‘Look man, do you see how young and strong I am!’
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