I remember growing up in Haifa. It was a busy, prospering city. Not long after our family got established there, my father took us to see his friends at Ga'ash, the kibbutz he had founded. It was the beginning of years of visits to the kibbutz and a lot of stories and memories he shared with me. I especially remember the day he showed me some strange-looking trees in the kibbutz yard and said with a warm smile, "I brought there from Argentina when I came to settle here. I planted them with my own hands and cared for them daily."