I still remember going with my father from the collective dining room that I mentioned in the beginning and asking — pointing to one of these Holocaust (survivors), a young woman, that came alone from Auschwitz or Majdanek — I do not remember — and she was taking a loaf of bread under her hand every evening from the dining room. And I asked my father why — Anka was her name — why Anka is taking this loaf of bread? There will be breakfast tomorrow. There will be bread on the table. He told me what hunger passed in her life will make her to her last day on earth taking this bread. She will never — could be convinced that tomorrow there will be bread on the table. And so we — you know, it is to a young kid of five years old or four years and a half, it kind of haunted me since then, and later on through all these wars I realized that we –that Israel is — that we were born about the middle of last century, slightly before. Our generation did not learn the Alamo stories of his nation in the history books. We experienced them personally. It’s a formative, personal, individual experience, a formative collective experience of the Israeli society. The bringing about of a Jewish sovereign entity that can defend itself, stepping back on the stage of real history. Not as a spiritual kind of heritage but as a real way of life for a people that suffered so much. So it became the kind of mobilizing factor of my life, and it gave a certain kind of meaning that you could not think of it when you are — have to be alert to touch the trigger a split second before someone shoots at you. You don’t think about history and so on. But somehow it was a kind of shaping for the whole generation that I was a part of.