The daughter, Nechama Cohen, tells:

My deceased parents, Emil and Bertina Yaakovi (Ya'acobovitch), had a son in October 1956, at Hadassah hospital in Jerusalem. The baby had blue eyes and black hair, and was perfectly healthy. The next day, my mother was told that the boy had died as a result of a blow on the head from a faucet when being washed by a nurse. My mother was hysterical. The doctor told her that six million people had died in the Holocaust, there was no point making a fuss about one more. They had to inject her with a sedative. My father asked to see the body. He was told the baby had been buried. They did not receive a death certificate. The doctor also convinced my father to not file suit against the nurse as she was the sole provider in a family of many children.

My parents lived in Beit Shemesh at the time. My father was a Holocaust survivor from Czechoslovakia with no family at all, and my mother was the only child of old Romanian parents. Both were new immigrants (1949) without means, command of the language or families, living in a development-town.

My mother always claimed that her baby had been kidnapped and that there was no way he could be dead. We never believed it until we began hearing about the subject of the children from Yemen and the HaSharon Hospital, and realized the modus operandi was identical: taking advantage of weak couples, not necessarily of Yemeni origin. I contacted Hadassah's registrar office and they said there were no records, and the only existing material was from 1975 onwards.