My brother Tsadik was born in Tiberias in 1952. At the age of seven months, he did not feel too well (he had some stomach aches) and our parents took him to a hospital in Maabara A, facing the sea. I was ten years old. On Friday, we took him [to the hospital] at noon and were told to go home. On Sunday, we were told he had passed away. No body, and no death certificate. My mother, until she died, only talked about him. She kept calling for him.