“Life in Tashkent was a nightmare. We lived in deplorable conditions and had little to eat. Though she was weak, grandma refused to eat anything that wasn’t kosher.
“After the war, we came back to Rostov, but life was still challenging for Jews in communist Russia. When I went to get my passport, the agent tried convincing me that it would be to my benefit if I changed my father’s name on the records. With a father named Meir, doors would likely remain closed to me. I refused.
“We managed to maintain our nationality with pride through the most challenging times. Eventually, we built a successful family business. Today, I’m 80 years old, and I’m still working. You can find my office on the prestigious Prospect Pushkin Street–just look for the door with the Mezuzah hanging on it.”
Source: Jewish Community of Rostov