My brother, Meir Ben Ami, was a healthy baby when he was taken from the Tsfat Birthing Center. In 1951 when he was a year old, my mother used to nurse him every day and one morning when she came to the birthing center, she was told he died. My niece, who was with him in the very same room and did get sick -- she was left there, while him they took. My parents were naive then and they didn’t believe that such a thing could have been done to them.