My grandmother and grandfather immigrated to Israel in 1949. They came to the immigrant camp in Rosh HaAyin with four children. A short while after their arrival in Israel, my grandmother gave birth to a son in the camp. Mothers with babies were told to hand over the babies to the nursery. It was a harsh and snowy winter, and mothers would put their babies in the nursery and come every day to nurse them.
One day my grandmother arrived and was told that her son was sick and had needed to be transferred. At that time, there were already rumors going around about children who disappeared. She returned to the tent and told my grandfather that she was worried. My grandfather tried to calm her, but she insisted. She went back there and asked to see the child. The nurses there refused to give her the child, and she decided to search for him herself. She went inside; she went through the various rooms until she found my uncle, healthy and fine. She took him in her arms and left, without permission and without consent from the medical staff. Two other babies belonging to neighbors in the same row of tents -- they have not been found since. The parents were informed that they had died.