My father was born in Libya in 1936, during the dark years of the Nazi rise to power, when their influence reached the Jewish community there. His family, like many others, was deported to a concentration camp – but fortunately, they managed to immigrate to Israel.

 

In Israel, my father joined the army and served as a mechanic and driver. After his service, he worked as a mechanic and later as a bus driver for the "Dan" cooperative.

 

My father was a true patriot at heart. During his reserve duty, he always carried a camera with him, capturing rare moments - sometimes while driving buses that transported soldiers to and from Sinai. Photography was his passion. He was an avid amateur photographer who believed in preserving memory. Hundreds of his photographs remain today, and a small selection of them I present here on this website, in his memory.