Sasson: On November 1963, shortly after I arrived in Hamburg, our long-suffering, selﬂess mother suffered a heart attack and collapsed on her way home from my father’s workplace. Shortly thereafter, she closed her eyes to the material world. Gollar’s parents and grandmother broke the sad news to me, and delivered her last will and testament: that Gollar and I not postpone our wedding but go on as planned.
I must admit, while my mother was alive I never honored her as I should have, never appreciated her selﬂessness and devotion, and the many sacriﬁces she made for us and our father. Many times I was too afraid to bring up my father’s mistakes and wrongdoings directly with him, and would take refuge in my poor, innocent mother, calming myself by telling her about all my pains. My mother, a woman of spirit, has always defended my father and tried to glorify him in our eyes. To this day, the regrets over my misconduct towards her makes it painful for me to talk about her. Every night, I pray to God to grant peace to her soul, along with the souls of my father and my brother Nissan.