Middle East and Italy
We embarked for Iran from Krasnovodsk. My brother was suffering from typhoid and the Polish Doctor told him that the crossing would be very rough and that he would not make it. My brother replied “ I know I might die, but at least I will die in a free country, not this land here”. He was permitted to leave, but he didn’t survive. When we arrived in Pahlavi, I couldn’t find my brother and I was suffering from bad malaria. I was transported to hospital in Tehran, but by that time I was unconscious.
When I woke up in the hospital, with white walls, music playing and wearing pajamas, I said to myself “I am dead, this is heaven, I must have died”.
I saw two Iranian sisters and I watched them to see whether they had any wings!