I was born, along with my twin brother Israel Madmon, at Belinson Hospital in Petah Tikva. I was a little sick and my brother was healthy.
Despite his health, the hospital suggested to my mother that he should stay with them, and that I should go with my parents. My mother asked them why she should not leave the sick baby for observation, and they replied that it would ease the burden on her.
My father visited the twin that was left in the hospital every day. One day they told him the boy had died. My father asked to see the body and to bury him. He was told the baby had already been buried. My father believed them completely.