Radi Detey (“ради детей”) – for the sake of the children

July 22, 2014 by

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Meir Pichhadze (August 16, 1955 in Kutaisi, Georgia - February 4, 2010 in Tel Aviv, Israel)

Radi Detey – that’s the answer you’d get, if you asked a Russian immigrant “Why did you emigrate to Israel?” That first generation of Soviet immigrants that left its country, homeland, and home of its fathers, and moved to Israel (generally with family, grandmother, piano and dog. Actually with me it was a piano and a violin, two grandmothers and a grandfather), did so out of Zionist considerations but mainly “Radi Detey”. For the sake of the children. For the possibility that they might have a future, education, a good life. Life.

For exactly the same reasons there were those who emigrated to Germany, South Africa, Australia, and of course to North America. My father, who ever since he was a student had been a wildly passionate Zionist, left a high-ranking post in the defence industry in order to receive an exit visa from the USSR. For several years he was forced to make do with a job running the National Ballet and Opera theater, God forbid.

For him making Aliya was an old dream and a new adventure. A familiar stance.

My mother, who to this day has always shied away from politics, and is a firm believer that man is born good, was driven by her terrible anxiety for her two children, my sister and me, after Chernobyl.

Emigration in the face of mortal danger is also no great innovation in the history of the Jews.

Our grandparents came with us, because separation was inconceivable.

After my first visit to the USA at age 16, in a somewhat hesitant voice my father asked if I regretted that we had come to Israel of all places (after all I had seen in the US)? I said no. And I meant it. This is my place. This is my home. This is my language. In the deepest sense of the word.

24 years have passed since our Aliyah.

We are no longer counting the wars, the sirens, and the campaigns in Gaza.

But today I am a father. Father to Danielle. A wonderful baby-girl, nearly 3,the joy of my life. Yet this morning began with our big hug, only this time – to the tune of sirens and Iron Dome explosions.

It is her first war; her second week of Operation Protective Edge sirens and explosions.

And this is the first time I find myself asking myself, what should I be doing Radi Detey?

What should I be doing for the sake of my children?

What should I be doing to ensure my daughter has a sane future, education, a good life. Life?

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