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One
camp at King Lake (was there a 3rd?) I came
only for the weekend with Anne
Entenberg ,
Solly and Gary Rudzki.
We came into the small town and all of us got into a public phone booth
in the main street where the shops were. It was freezing out and we
tried to get someone at the camp to come and pick us up. The way
public phones worked was you picked up the receiver and the person at
the exchange asked what number you wanted and then told you how may
coins to put in. We then discovered that we did not have small change
and the operator said,
"Wait a sec, I'll give you some change!" , and then we heard knocking
and could not work out where it came from nor how she was going to give
us change! We then discovered that the exchange was in the shop right
next to the booth and she was tapping on the shop window to get our
attention.!! We were really spooked out.
Anyway, the late David Meyer came down in his car and gave us a "ride"
to the camp! Anyone who knew David will understand what sort of ride
that was!!
Small
World
Now
an anecdote from a few years back. On my way back to
Israel from a skiing holiday all the
passengers were told to get into a bus at the airport, and we were
taken, without explanation, to the far side of the Zurich Airport and
asked to line up and one by one we had to identify our luggage which was
than opened and thoroughly checked. After that we were put in a
secluded room and waited for instructions. While waiting, I struck up a
conversation with a very nice girl who stood
in front of me with her very Greek looking husband who had a big
mustache. She asked if I knew what was going on and very knowingly I
told her that probably they had received a bomb scare and were checking
everything. She told her husband and he told the people in front of him
and so forth. In the end we were delayed for some six hours and taken
miles away from the airport to a restaurant. I sat with this girl and
talked and I discovered that they were from Australia and we had a nice
chat until we were separated on the plane. All this
took place right before Yom Haatzmaut
and every Yom Haatzmaut we have an Aussie
Betar party at the
Mirjam's. Imagine my surprise when I
entered and saw the couple from Zurich there!
And guess who they were? She, Judy I had never met before and he, the
Greek with the mo, was Brian Rudzki whom I knew as a kid but did not
recognize!! Judy was just relating the whole story of there being a
bomb on the plane (which was not true, it was just a new safety
precaution that the Swiss decided on plus a strike by the airline
employees!) just as I walked in.
© 2004 Hedva Sheiner
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