I am not able to place even the smallest flower on the graves of my family, as I don't know their location. It was in 1939, three months before the war when I left Zelva on Aliya Bet to fulfill a lifelong dream of living in Haaretz. I remember every path, every street, and every corner of Zelva. We had a very warm home with much love. Our parents always spoke and explained things to us. I pray that my children and grandchildren will learn about the Jews of Zelva, the town where I grew up, Your mother and grandmother, Sala Kwait.