oung Israeli men live every day as if it was their last.And they love that way,too.We wanted a life together.His father,a prominent doctor,approved,his mother,a well known painter, did not.I made a mistake of saying that Israel had wasted the victory in the 1967 six day war.The victory over Egypt and the allies was swift,Israel made many territorial gains in the region.Their young men fought like tigers.They fought as they live and love-to win.The country emerged gloriously strong.And from the position of strength they could have shown magnanimity but they chose to take another path. My love's mother never forgave me.She persuaded her son our relationship was doomed.I left to make a life for myself in London.We wrote letters.They were opened by Mossad, the Israeli secret service.Each and every one of them.Several years later his grandmother paid for the family to spend two weeks in England.He wanted to surprise me.They arrived on September 6,I left on September 5 to visit my family.He married, had five children,the wife cheated on him,divorce followed,he re-married and had a little girl who at the age of five was still wetting herself.Then the family applied to emigrate to Australia.When the permission came he phoned me to say he wanted to see me to say good-bye.John Major was campaigning in the coming election at the time.My husband said - you must go, you must see him or you will never forgive yourself,or me.My love collected me from the airport and took me to a hotel.The suitcase was packed with presents for his six children.I was invited to his home for dinner.The wife was gracious.I never asked what he had told her about us.He took me to visit his mother,the father being dead by then, and from there the three of us went to his sister's house.My love wanted me to sit in the back seat so that he would see me in the mirror when driving.Throughout the journey he didn't take his eyes off of me.It was unbearable.When his mother and I were saying good-bye she embraced me and said - forgive me,Ludka.The pain in her eyes palpable.I forgave her. I told my love I could not stay in Haifa and would spend the remainder of my holiday in Sharm el Sheikh.He came to my hotel room.We lay on the top of the bed,holding on to each other.I cried, silently at first and then,then the river of Babylon crushed through the barrier. Every time I make love I see your face,very time,he whispered. You cannot leave me,not again. He held me so tight I thought he would crush me.My husband phoned in the evening to say John Major had won.Are you having a wonderful time? Yes,darling. Are you coming home soon? Yes,darling.The following morning I left for Sharm el Sheikh.My love and I have neither spoken,nor written to each other since. He had made a comfortable life for himself and his family in Sydney.How do I know? Last year I googled his name.He is on Facebook.His face the most handsome face I have ever seen,even now,so many years later.He taught me how to kiss,how to make love and how to love.And maybe most importantly how precious it is to BE loved. He made you the wonderful, wonderful woman that you are,my husband said to me once. My husband had never asked me what happened in Israel.
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