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Ideas & DebateThursday August 05 2021

Highway leading through the desert of Palestine and Israel. SHUTTERTSTOCK

In my last article I explained why its a good idea to keep a journal. Ive been doing so for quite some years, at least hoping that my grandchildren will find something of interest in what I have written about.

I say this aware that in the 1940s my grandfather Robert Bischoff kept a meticulously written record of how he and his wife, plus their two children one of them my mother Gaby left their lovely home in Bucharest, Romania, in January 1941.

They decided to depart as anti-Semitic Fascist dictator Ion Antonescu had seized power there, and German troops were already present in significant number.

My grandfather wrote his journal in Romanian, and many years ago I took it upon myself to translate it into English. His text filled 38 typed foolscap pages, with very long sentences strung together in paragraphs that were also unusually long.

While Romanian was the first language I spoke after I was born, I never studied it formally and from when I arrived in Britain at the age of three I switched to English.

But I was fluent enough to take on the task, even with no dictionary and no Internet to consult at the time. What a labour of love it was.

For long, my grandfather like many others at the time was hesitating over whether the Romanian scene would increasingly make life unbearable for Jewish families like theirs.

At first he was more with the optimists, but eventually the situation deteriorated to such an extent that the decision to emigrate was made.

He worked under great stress over many weeks to obtain the necessary paperwork for the departure, not least the transit visa for Turkey and the entry visa to their final destination Palestine (before it became Israel), and finally they were ready to leave.

They travelled by train from Bucharest to the Black Sea port of Constanta; by boat from there to Istanbul; then on trains across Turkey and Syria; and next through Lebanon by bus from Tripoli to Beirut and from there by car into Palestine, to Haifa and on to Tel Aviv, arriving on 19th January, eight days after leaving Bucharest.

The last entry in the journal is from November 1946, by which time Roberts daughter Gaby had met and married my father Bruno, who had left Romania a few months after the Bischoff family, to rejoin Shell for whom he had been working in Romania.

His journey was infinitely more precarious, in a small and flimsy yacht that for over 52 days took him and his fellow crew members to Cyprus and from where he managed to transfer to Palestine. (My father, as captain of the boat, kept its log also in Romanian so I have the full details of his adventure too a story for another day.)

Robert found my father to be a courageous young man and sure of himself, and he was happy to see him marry his daughter. Now let me jump to March 1945, when I was born.

I had the feeling that this would be an exceptional child, from all points of view, my grandfather enthused.

This feeling, and our exaggerated sentimentalism, make us see in him all that can be most beautiful in life. I could speak in detail about him, and there would be many pages to fill. If I were to do it I would have to devote a chapter separate from all the others, though sincerely speaking, I dont even know if I would be able to put in writing what I feel in reality.

He wrote about so much else in his journal, about the threat of a German invasion following the arrival of its army in Alexandria and the withdrawal of the British from Egypt making him wonder if they should perhaps have remained in Romania; about the fragmented nature of local politics, with so many political parties as is the case in Israel today; and about the poor state of education and nutrition.

Reading the journals again thanks to my grandchildren having developed an interest in the holocaust makes me wish I would have engaged more with both my parents and grandparents about their earlier lives. So you know how this is going to end: do so while yours are still around.

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Passage through Palestine in eyes of my grandfather - Business Daily

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