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<FONT size=2><STRONG>Thinking back to my early childhood in Czernowitz, it
often seems to me that I must have existed on another planet then. Life was so
different and there are certain aspects of this former life of mine which are
hard to conceive.</STRONG></FONT>
<FONT size=2><STRONG>How come that my over-protective parents allowed me to
walk to school all by myself at the age of seven? It's true that my school
happened to be on the same street where we lived, but I was also allowed to walk
tomy grandfather's house all by myself, which meant a 15-minutes walk and
crossing three streets. Admittedly, there was hardly any traffic, an occasional
car driving carefully, a wagon drawn by a horse, or an elegant fiaker, the
vehicle of luxury. Were there no child molesters then? Nor any other dangers
which are frightening to-day's parents frequently?</STRONG></FONT>
<FONT size=2><STRONG>The city was so peaceful and colorful at the same
time! On my way to my grandfather's I stopped to pick daisies, to say
hello to passers-by which I knew; everything happened at such a leisurely pace
like a slow motion picture, no hurry, no stress. Time passed in pure
contentment. We grew up without television or computer games, but we learned to
enjoy good children's literature as soon as we could read. We had our games, we
had twice-weekly gym lessons at the big Maccabi Hall, where my aunt Riva was a
beloved instructor. Each day was a new and good
adventure..</STRONG></FONT>
<FONT size=2><STRONG>Is this thought due to the fact that when we look back
we tend to remember only the good and forget the bad? Is that why I think that
those were golden years?</STRONG></FONT>
<FONT size=2><STRONG>Golden years which reached a very abrupt end with the
first invasion of the red army.</STRONG></FONT>
<FONT size=2><STRONG>Forgive me for reminiscing...</STRONG></FONT>
<FONT size=2><STRONG>Lucca</STRONG></FONT>
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