adoption story

When I was 2.5 years old my parents came to adopt me, it was a rainy night, my father approached me for the first time and said to me "Hello, I am your new father". I didn't respond and continued to play with my train shaped toy.

It was a day with floods in Haifa, and my parents who came from a village in the center of the country could not return home.

That's why they stayed in a hotel not far from the orphanage I had,

I was told that my mother was ill with schizophrenia and therefore she could not raise me and she gave me up at the age of 4 months.

My biological mother immigrated in 1995 from Russia and in those years the new immigrants came with degrees and admitted that when they arrived in Israel they did not have the same profession they worked in, people came with doctor's degrees from Russia or engineers and the Israeli government did not accept these degrees because they could be fake and that They do not know the language and have not undergone the specific training of the Israelis.

Life in Israel was very difficult for the new immigrants from Russia during these years, and me? Have I seen my mother since? I will tell all this next time..