It was the Passover Seder - In one of the bunkers by chance,
I came across Rabbi Meisel.
There had been contacts between us and him,
since the days of the Halutz underground in ordinary times as well.
The Halutz underground, in its operations,
had not always had an easy time on the part of the Jewish population,
they did not always accept us.
There were those who thought that we were bringing harm to their lives,
as I have pointed out, the collective responsibility,
the fear of the Germans.
But this time,
when I entered the bunker, this Jew, Rabbi Meisel,
interrupted the Seder,
placed his hand on my head and said:
"May you be blessed. Now it is good for me to die.
Would that we had done this earlier."