Daniela Renassia

My parents immigrated from Algeria in 1950. They married in Israel and lived in Kibbutz Tel-Re'im, in the Azrikam transit camp and in a few other places. Afterwards they moved to Dishon, a Moshav in the Upper Galilee.

They had two children, Binyamin, who was born in 1952 and Israela, who was born in 1954. After the two of them, Daniela was born on September 10, 1955, in a former monastery that was converted to a maternity clinic.

Daniela was registered in the French census, but was yet to be registered by the Israeli Ministry of Interior. When she was about six months old (March 1956), Daniela was sick with the flu, with a cough and a cold. My mother took her to the local nurse; the nurse consulted the Moshav’s doctor, and he recommended that he will take Daniela to the hospital in Safed.

After two days my father travelled to the hospital to check on Daniela, where he was informed that she had died. My father tried to inquire as to the reasons of her death but wasn't given any information; he returned home in a very bad mood.

My parents had four more children, and together we are six siblings. It is important to mention that we've approached both the Ministry of Interior and the Ziv Hospital in Safed, where we were told that she passed. From the Ministry of Interior we haven't received any information concerning her burial, or her death certificate; they were de facto avoiding us. The Ziv Hospital archives told us that she died, giving us a false date of death (December 1956), which doesn't at all match with our family's story, being that the sister born after Daniela (named Eliette), was born in August 1956, and my mother told us that Daniela was no longer alive when she was born. That means, that the date of death the Hospital gave us wasn't correct.

I truly hope that someday I shall know what happened to my sister.

Dina Hatan Renassia

I approached the archive of the hospital, where we were told and they told me that she passed... giving us a false date of death (December 1956), which doesn't at all match with our family's story situation ...







I truly hope that someday I shall know what happened to my sister.