"[...] In the context of the struggle to liberate the country from French rule, which was accompanied by acts of violence against Jews, Masudi and Solomon Shushan also decided to immigrate to Israel with their three children. They never imagined what awaited them here.

"It's was a nightmare," says Danny. "We traveled, hundreds of Jews in cargo ships, in the cow pens at the bottom, and my mother was seven or eight months pregnant. We got off in the Negev, in Ofakim, there were three or four houses, two lamps lit in the street. From the distance we could hear the explosions of shells, shots, we were afraid that mother would die, after all the hardships in the ship. she went to the hospital, I think it was Soroka, and the child was born. Father, who had been told "everything is fine, come in a few days," took me. We traveled from Ofakim to Beersheba, we arrived, and father asked the doctor, "where is the child?" He was told "the child passed away." I was shocked, I remember the feeling - I was going to see my little brother and there's nothing, no baby, and there was no evidence. In retrospect, we think that maybe it was connected to the kidnapping of the children. So maybe we have a little brother walking around among us, I do not know, maybe he they made him disappear?

"Mom was heartbroken. Collapsed. This was the second time for her, because in Casablanca She lost her oldest son, the one before me, he also died. This happened in 44 and again in 55 '. We were in shock. But they didn’t talk about it, so as not to wake the demons. There were depressions, lots of tears, it was accepted as a decree from God. My parents were very observant. I have a memory of sadness, but I have no details. I must have also put up a barrier, just not to hurt Mom, to calm things down. Once in 20 years they would suddenly say 'the first child was handsome, beautiful," but it wasn’t permitted to talk about it or comment on it, I automatically put up a screen. Perhaps this harmed the emotions between myself and Gabi, because our openness to speak, to pour our heart out, came at a much later age, in our 30s. "

Danny Shoshan, from an article by Avishai Matia (Hebrew): Http://www.maariv.co.il/culture/music/Article-536156