
Me and my friend Polish friend Ania visited Ben last Sunday at his apartment.
He couldn't remember me, even though we met before. I called a week before and a day before again just to make sure he knows that we are visiting.
I explained to him, that we have met at the beach, where I have taken a portrait of him. I told him what I knew about his past, that he was a Holocaust victim. Ania translated all in Polish. Later she said, that he was almost scared:
"who is she?? From where does she know me? Why does she have my number and knows so much about me?"
She did her best to explain and to calm him down. And then he proceeded in English, relieved: Ok, now I can relax.
Ben is 87 years old. When he opened the door he was in his simple house clothes.
White T-Shirt and a jogging pant pulled over the shirt. He looked much older today, I thought.
He greeted us friendly and after chatting a bit he warmed up.
He told us bits and pieces about his past.
Ben is very vivid, smart and witty. Somehow he reminded me of Woody Ellen.
He wanted to know Ania's last name, which he pronounced wrongly and meant parsley in Polish. His comment was: "Oh, so you are not a carrot?"
When we were about to leave he gave us a hug and said: Next time I give you a kiss. (Polish costum). If you know a woman more in my age, please let me know. I am still looking. I need someone to take care of me when I am older.