Life there was very hard! We didn't have what to live on. We truly went hungry
Top: Arye Gurwitz (extreme right), Micha Baron (second from left)
Second row: Nechama Patz (second from right), Sima Abelson-Baratz (middle)
Bottom: Miryam Slep (extreme left)
I joined the hachshara of Hashomer Hatzair at Kibbutz Chaim in Ponevez (Panevezys) where the hard times began I only spent several months on hachshara, and life there was very hard! Not everyone had work, and we didn't have what to live on. We truly went hungry, but we were stuffed to the gills with Zionism
Meir Yaari came as a shaliach (emissary) from Eretz Yisrael and told us about the land, and Yaacov Gottlieb also came.
Certificates were hard to come by, and the only way around this was by means of fictitious marriages Every such couple would receive a certificate along with a ketuba (Jewish marriage certificate).
Before making aliya, I came home to take my leave. I remember my father warning me not to leave my luggage unguarded When we arrived in Berlin, the gang decided to wander through the streets, but I hesitated about leaving my luggage, and only half-heartedly went to tour the city without it
Do I remember leaving home? I remember that they all escorted me. All my relatives came. It was a festive moment. In the movement they held a farewell party for me. 
First Encounter with a Poel Yehudi in Eretz Yisrael
On Purim 1934 I reached Jaffa port. Such a colorful port; the porters with their black turbans! They came out in boats to the ship anchored at a distance from the harbor, and from the boats they carried us to the shore on their backs. It was a very strange sight
I stayed at the immigrant hostel in Jaffa for a few days, and from there I went to my brother Yosef in Ramat-Gan. I was walking in a lane when I suddenly saw a laborer in work clothes carrying a hoe, and I was all excited at my first encounter with a Poel Yehudi (Jewish laborer) in Eretz Yisrael. I asked him if he knew someone called Yavnai, and heard him say: That's me. I was so surprised!
Yosef had left the shtetl when I was still a little girl, and fourteen years had gone by since then, so it was no wonder that we did not recognize each other, especially since it was so unexpected
I can't forget that moment of coming face to face with life in Eretz Yisrael: my first encounter with a Jewish worker, the scent of the citrus groves
From there I went to Haifa and lived for a while in the home of the Zahavi family in the Nahla quarters (today Michael Street). Their home frequently absorbed new immigrants who would stay for a night or two, and then continue on their way
I was fluent in Hebrew, and my beautiful handwriting roused admiration, so that I immediately found work in the Anglo-Palestine Bank (today Bank Leumi). I quickly realized that I was using very literary Hebrew. When I said puzmeka'ot (hosiery), they didn't understand me. In addition, when I said zeh harah li, they corrected me saying, here we use 'it made me angry'. I laugh now, as I did then, when they told me how funny I sounded.
In the shop they asked me where I was from, and I answered and this also makes me laugh from the Diaspora... I remember the shopkeeper responding: We're still in the Diaspora, sitting between the British and the Arabs. He told me that his ancestors had come from Lithuania, and as always, when Litvaks (Lithuanian Jews) meet, we immediately felt as though we were family.
When I made aliya to Eretz Yisrael, I toured it extensively, and the fact that I saved a train ticket from the Valley Train, from September 9, 1934, is a sign that that was a special experience. 
Return Train ticket: Palestine Railways Haifa-Shatta L.P. Mils 0.125
January 8, 1941
Miryam is in a dark suit standing next to the middle door of the bus
I think that the last letter I received from home was after the Russians entered Lithuania. The regime became a communist one (June 1940).
My sister Henia, who worked as a cashier in a mercantile enterprise in Rakishok (Rokiskis), became the 'boss', and the former bosses became her workers. 
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