I gave birth to twins in Assaf Harofeh hospital Zrifin in 1959. I was sedated when I was told by a nurse that one child had died while the other had survived. Three days later, the head of the department came to me and told me the following: “Be thankful that you have a child at home, some people have nothing - your second son also died”. I never saw either of their bodies, death certificates or graves. If only I could meet them today.