The story of my grandfather, Pinchas Schafer, or the way I called him ‘Mimi’ has been following me throughout my life.

Grandfather was born in 1919 in the small town of Rejowiec, Poland, as the son of Shaul and Roza Shmuklerman, and had three more siblings: two sisters and a brother. At the age of 15 grandfather relocated to the big city of Warsaw in order to help providing his religious orthodox family.

The story of his time during the Holocaust, grandfather refused to share with anyone for many years, including to his daughter, my mother, but I managed to extract it out of him ahead of my trip to Poland. He recorded me an audio tape with his story and I heard it for the first time in Poland.

While his brother dies before the Holocaust, grandfather’s parents and sisters were murdered by the Nazis. He survived the concentration and extermination camps of Majdanek and Auschwitz and during my trip to Poland, I reached the barrack where he stayed in the camp and while standing beside a massive pile of ashes of those who perished his image emerged before my eyes and this is when I cracked.

Several years later, grandfather gave a testimony as part of a Steven Spielberg project on the Holocaust, during which he revealed some facts which were never heard before (on how the Nazis forced him to make tiles from the ashes of those who were murdered).

After he was liberated from Auschwitz, grandfather made Aliya to Israel, settled in Petah Tikva and joined the Palmach (the elite fighting force of the Haganah) where he served under the Yiftach brigade. He changed his name from Shmoklerman to Schafer, in order to become a living memorial of his parents (Schafer being the Hebrew initials for Shaul, Pinchas and Roza). Grandfather fought in the War of Independence under the legendary Pilon, and was injured in the conquest battle of the Nabi Yusha fort which is also known as Metzudat Koach and is situated in the Upper Galilee.

In 1950 grandfather married the girl of his choice (grandmother) Rita and they had two daughters – my mother Varda (named after his mother Roza) and Hagit as the family lived in Giv’atayim where I was grew up. Grandfather supported Hapoel Petah Tikva FC and over the years had heated debates with my father, Israel, who is a die-hard Maccabi Tel Aviv fan who even played for the club’s youth academy. Throughout my childhood he had one hope which never materialized to transform my love to Maccabi. Yet he still enjoyed watching matches with me and enjoyed talking to me about football, but was mostly delighted to see me happy when the team did well and suffered with me when they didn’t.

Grandfather loved the country a lot and continued serving till his final days as he volunteered at the Ministry of Defence. During my military service, I even managed to spend some time with him when we served on the same bases.

Grandfather and Grandmother had four more grandchildren, with me being the eldest as both I and my sister gave them two more great grandsons and two more great-grand daughters. Grandfather Mimi’s eldest great-grandchild who is my eldest son, Eitam, is also a die-hard Maccabi supporter – might receive an additional middle name in his memory – Schafer.

Grandmother Rita passed away at the end of 2012 and my grandfather who couldn’t bear that died shortly after in the beginning of 2014. They are buried side by side at the Menucha-Nechona cemetery in Kfar Sava and for time to time Eitam and I visit their graves.

I love you grandfather, rest in peace.

 

During my childhood I was surrounded by a warm loving couple of parents, an elder brother and sister and a large number of uncles, aunties and cousins. As a curious child I asked my mother how come she has so many brothers and sisters while my father has no siblings or even parents. The answer I received was “When you grow up we will tell you” and immediately added: “Don’t ask your father about this thing”. I managed to hold back for several days but eventually asked my father: “How come you don’t have any brothers and sisters?” to which he replied: “They were killed by the Nazis. When you grow up I will tell you about it”. 

So for many years he didn’t tell, and kept quiet. He didn’t want his beloved children to face evil. He only wanted to surround us with love and care. The years have gone by and only after I built a family of my own, my father began sharing with me his experience.

A child of a happy Lithuanian family that after the Nazis conquered it was placed in the Ghetto. When he was 14 years old his parents and sister was sent on one of the death marches in the seventh port at the end of which 4000 Jews were murdered. My father remained in the ghetto with his elder brother. They survived due to smuggling potatoes from outside the ghetto, but a year later the Nazis began sending the Jews to the death camps. My father managed to escape to the woods, but was caught after several months and sent to a concentration camp. He heard that his brother was killed and he was the only survivor of his family.

He managed to survive the concentration camp, amid the penal servitude and towards of the war was sent to a refugee camp in Germany. He spent three years, gained physical strength and even played football as a right winger for Maccabi Fohrenwald of Munich.

In 1948 he immigrated to Israel with no possessions and was immediately joined the army to fight. By the end of the War of Independence he was released from the army and started working. With great effort and endless love he managed together with mother Malka, to raise a glorious family. From the day he immigrated to Israel and until his last day he supported Maccabi Tel Aviv. When I was five years old he took me to my first ever football match of Maccabi at Bloomfield and since then I have been a dedicated fan.

They are not simply just mothers buy a venture uniting sport to a community showing that together everything is possible.

When we first heard of the Kfar Aza mother’s stand the first thing that came to our minds was all the women that stand behind the players supporting those on the pitch. But after getting to know Dikla Shamriz, Orit and Nira Spek whose kids play for the team present an entirely different picture – an initiative that deals with the bond of an entire community in a Kibbutz to sport and football. On October 7th this initiative received a new dimension of women’s empowerment. Watch

Maccabi Tel Aviv fans returned to Bloomfield stadium last night (Wednesday) for the time since the war broke out. While Maccabi hosted Beitar Jerusalem for a ONE ZERO LEAGUE encounter, the Maccabi Tel Aviv Foundation hosted paid tribute to soldiers who were injured during the war. Twenty-four soldiers who were wounded during their service in the IDF in the various fronts Israel are fighting, enjoyed the hospitality of the Platinum lounge from where they watched the dramatic 1-0 victory over Beitar Jerusalem on MD12.

Prior to kickoff, Eyal Golasa, Dan Biton and Saied Abu Farchi met with the soldiers and heard their stories. Shortly after scoring his dramatic late winner, Yonatan Cohen, and the rest of the Maccabi squad came out of the dressing room to meet them and hand them some of the club’s official gifts.

 

Our Sapir was a beacon of light in the lives of so many people who surrounded her as she spread so much pleasure, joy, and life.

Sadly this light was switched off on the Saturday of October 7^th as Sapir partied for the final time at the Nova festival. In every moment and until her last breath, she lived life to the fullest, spreading free love wherever she went.

We are here to tell her story and would her to be remembered as happy and alive just like she is seen in the photo.

Durin g the festival when the ‘code red’ alarms were sounded, Sapir and her close friend Karin Vernikov R.I.P made their way towards the car in order to drive home. They even managed to send Sapir’s parents their location via WAZE so that they know where they were. They stopped at ‘Alumim’ park where they met the terrorists and were murdered.

Sapir was a girl who only wanted to celebrate life like any 24-year-old deserves. A girl with endless ambitions who loved to go and watch Maccabi ensuring she doesn’t miss a game!

Every day, every moment and with every breath everyone misses Sapir.

Now we are asking the precious Maccabi family to help raise the memory of Sapir. Her family and friends are collecting donations in a bid to name an ambulance after her. We believe that everyone could donate even a little bit we could reach the fee necessary so that her family could commemorate her as she deserves!