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1972

It was the year of coming into my own.
It was the summer I turned fourteen and
I was discovering the meaning of freedom.

I owned a ghettoblaster and together
would take my blanket up the hill
to stretch out in an empty field.

My horizons had expanded and
life seemed full of possibilities.
The future was a vast expanse.

Not knowing made the mystery
most intriguing and exciting, but
growing up seemed to take forever.

And so it was that 1972 was forever
etched in my mind as the magical year
that opened the door for me to freedom



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Gershon Wolf Date: 7/9/2025 6:29:00 PM Lucky, lucky you, Line. That same year, 1972, I discovered the tragedy of too much freedom. I had moved to Israel that June. In August, the entire Israeli Olympic contingent was slain by masked, hooded Palestinian terrorists in the Olympic Village in Munich, Germany. Shock and horror gripped all of us in our little state... The terrorists were trained, aided and abetted by the 'masters of modern anti-Jew terror:' The German 'Baader-Meinhorf Gang.' And this Olympics was supposed to make us all forget 'Hitler's '32 Olympics.' ---Not so much. Login to Reply Line Gauthier Date: 7/9/2025 7:40:00 PM That was horrible indeed ~ The radio was sometimes the bearer of bad news and I was old enough to remember a series of outside blows tainting my naively perfect little world. The most perfect part of it was the music actually.