When I graduated from Brooklyn College I married a very rebellious young man who later became Alan Vega Suicide, one of the founders of the punk rock movement. Our marriage lasted ten years.
I thought I had been a good wife. In the sixties, that meant stick by your man no matter what. But that was impossible when the Ramones were colliding with my idol, Edith Piaf. By that I mean our tastes and habits were irreconcilable.
We divorced. I had a breakdown. When I recovered, I followed a young medical student to Shiraz, Iran. My years in Iran were the most fulfilling of my life. I met the Islamic world on a grand scale. I taught French at the University where I met a group of outstanding young adults. Whenever I asked them to translate words in Farsi they would remind me that I was there to teach them, not the other way around. I explained how wrong they were and then they went on to tell me about the mystics and the Sufis living in the area. It led me to a spiritual path that opened up a whole new awareness of being. I also traveled to Afghanistan, Nepal, and India where I encountered cultures I had only read about in books, and religious beliefs that made total sense to me.
Then I had the good fortune to go to Israel, where I reconnected quite by chance, with a woman I had known as a child in Belgium. She had been saved just as I had been. I learned that it was her sister who had placed us in the convent. This sister now lived in Brazil and knew the story of my family. So I went to Brazil and found the clues necessary for me to put together the puzzle of my early childhood and the family I had lost.
It took me ten years but I have now finished writing my memoir. It is a major accomplishment which fulfills a lifetime promise to myself. I gave it the title Mindele’s Journey – Memoir of a Hidden Child of the Holocaust. It was a soul searching endeavor, but in the writing I found the survivor, a spirit that resisted defeat. I learned very early on from the wonderful people who saved me, that love and compassion can overcome so many of our differences. I learned that no matter what happens there is a force that matches the will to overcome obstacles and challenges. Through our experiences we come to understand who we are, and what we are, in the world.
I have made mistakes along the way. The most painful one has been not having children. I never found a partner who stayed long enough for me to feel secure in bringing another life into the world. And I did not have the courage to face motherhood alone. Perhaps I should have been more persistent. Instead, I explored life and turned my love and compassion in other directions.
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This story is a deep and enticing pool, my dear friend Mariette, and I’m glad for each time I swim in it. We have a long history, and I’ll keep learning from you for a long, long time.
Ah such a profound response. I think it’s mutual……we learn from each other don’t we…..
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It is hard to believe that on this blog I found the life story of my amazing favorite French teacher from Erasmus Hall. I too was a student of hers either in 1964 or 1965. she was a terrrific teacher but also mesmerizing in her looks and “belgique” personality. She lived in my neighborhood, on Albermarle Road, and one day I actually (t seem to recall) carried some grocery bags for her from Church Ave over to her building. I lived on East 16th nearby. She was dazzling to me and also to my friends. I had no idea that later on she traveled to Iran and experienced a spiritual journey. I wonder where she is and what she is doing now in 2020? Is she alive and well, I pray? Her story is an incredible one. I became a lawyer, in New York and spent much time over in Israel in the 1980’s, living on a kibbutz for awhile. If she gets to see this, I do not expect her to remember little Kenny Levitt, with glasses who loved her French class (and scored high grades too!) I even remember a book Poile de Carrote she taught in class. If she sees this, she can reach out to my email on this blog, so we can continue the conversation. I wish her all the best in her life. Kenny
Dear Kenny. I’m not always very good on following through on comments until I found yours here. How wonderful to see this and to realize the Erasmus connection and the charming remembrance of the past.
Hello Kenny, I thought this went through but perhaps it didn’t. This might be a duplicate. Wonderful to find you here and to recall the past in such a delightful way. A lifetime of adventures indeed. Your response has inspired me to continue writing new blogs….
I look forward to hearing more about you as well. Mindele