In this life nothing is for free my father said. As he sat in an Egyptian prison with two other Jews doomed for hanging, he had earned his opinion.
Neither Fanny Nava or I could pose as a normal person. Among us there were no children and only one husband. Who would spend half the day in dustbins or all night sleeping in the same room as her animals? Everyone under threat by the authorities, what manner of school girl would dream of this as a future?
Irked after they came up short
the police trailed us with cameras. Strange people lurked outside our homes particularly at night. The bureaucratic forgery apparatus went into overdrive to falsify the public record. Suddenly, there were unpaid tax assessments and bogus liens from contractors. Credit dried up and everyone demanded payments in cash. Because Nava had something to lose, she worried more than Fanny or I.
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Nava did her best in a tough situation:
Her husband worked hard to bring them out of their financial woes. He sold his business and started a new location. Nobody could take Nava from her downward spiral and she took 140 sleeping tablets.
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After the city promised to take her dogs, Fanny tried to save them.
She marched into a city office doused herself with gasoline and lit a match. While she was dying in a coma, we saw to the rescue of her dogs to Tel-Aviv.
