My parents came to Israel from Hungary on 1947, most of their family members been gone by the end of the 2^nd world war. My father and my older brother were at working and experiment Nazi’s camps. Whatever they passed through, we, the children carry as a trauma programmed Electro-magnet hologram (so does the people that were born into what was a Nazi’s family have a like trauma holograms). The result of the 2^nd world war been felt by us, the children, because our family life was not ‘normal’ (no hugs and kisses ever)

On August 1983 I began to work at C.A.L. Cargo Air Lines. Its European basis located at Koln, Germany. My work was at the import division, our mission was to lower the export fees of the agriculture export from Israel to Europe. Every employee had to go abroad, to Koln, to learn how that exports / import process takes place, to improve our service to the Israel’s importers.

Also I was never abroad until then, I did not agree to go to Germany at (almost) no cost, - until I been told that it will be just one day then I could hitch with the flowers track to Holland, what can I say, I agreed. I always wanted to go to Holland.

The office secretary accompanies me to Koln.

To fly in a cargo airplane is a real treat; it was at night sitting right in the back of the pilots sits, a star flying between stars. We got to Koln airport late at night and slept at the holiday inn hotel by the airport. The next day I was told that there would be no export to Holland until the next night, my boss has fooled me! Well, what could I do? I spent the rest of the day at the airport, learning the procedure and enjoy both the Israel’s employees and the Scottish secretary.

By the end of the working day the Israel’s secretary that accompany me in this trip and myself we took the shuttle to Koln’s central station. We got there and as soon as we went out of the station, facing the Cathedral, I was taken back to 1934 in Koln.

I suddenly understood the German Language, that never before I heard. I knew the town, at least the old parts of Koln. We stay at the Inter Continental Hotel (very recommended!) and went at night to find a restaurant by the riverside. We walked by foot. The secretary been there several times and she said that she know where to go to. She stopped for whatever reason by a house wall, at one place, and my head became in pain. I asked her to continue our walk. She then lost her way. She said that she did not know where to go to because there was no path. Out of the blue I told her that we need to go straight a head until the walking bridge because on its right side there is a path around the bridge that will take us straight to the riverside – and so it was!

During the next 4 years I never lost my way in the old parts of Koln, always lost my way in its new part. I understood German language in Germany but replied in English.

On 1991 I’ve been freed of that incarnation… I went to England to study Aura Soma. While I been waiting at the Lincoln’s rail station to the shuttle to Tetford’s location of the school a young woman came out of the rail station. I felt as if I got nock out. It was Katherina, the German woman that torture me during the 2^nd world war! That young woman’s present name is Stephani.

The next days I tried to run away from her and she, very much like a magnet, tried to get near to me. When the 6 studies’ days passed I approached her and ask straight away… “ Did you have a grand, grand mother named Katherina?” she replied to me “Yes, I always felt very connected to her memory”.

I looked at her and said “it is so because you re her, you tortured me and killed me during the Second World War” then I turned around and went out door. Out in the garden, cooling myself, I thought of the lovely stephani, thought about the reasons for us to meet now, then I went indoor and approached her to come out and talk to me and see what can we do to free ourselves from that past.

We had some hour’s conversation; she told me that whenever they went to one of the Nazi’s camp she felt sick. We made peace between us, realizing that the past has gone and we have no need or willing to carry it with us. By the end of this talk I forgot The German language.