In August 1986 I visited Israel with my wife Nora. After a few days in this exciting country (where people dance in the street) I was troubled with a badly swollen left leg and foot. Fearing it might be another deep vein thrombosis the medical authorities rushed me into the main Tel Aviv hospital. I was kept in the corridor for two days - and to this day I don't know if this was because I was unclean, or because the hospital was full. In the female ward (at the foot of my bed) was an old lady, at least 80 years old, who constantly cried out in pain. Her words sounded like "Yi, yi, yi, mama, knew, mama knew. Oh Yi, yi, yi, mama knew, mama knew". This went on and on and on for hours. At midnight, after being given pain killers, she stopped calling out and I was just settling down to sleep when a song appeared in my head. I had been wondering earlier if she really was calling out to her mother and if so when and how her mother had died. If this lady was now 80 her mother had probably died a good few years ago. Possibly during the holocaust. And the leg? Oh that was just an insect bite!