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  • Happy 78th Israel Independence Day

    You can feel the joy and excitement in the air as Amigour’s elderly residents come together to celebrate Israel’s 78th Independence Day.

  • Yom HaZikaron

    Amigour bows its head in solemn remembrance of Israel’s fallen soldiers, honoring their courage, sacrifice, and unwavering dedication to the State of Israel.

  • Holocaust Remembrance Day 2026

    Tonight on Holocaust Remembrance Day, Yom Hashoah, we pause to remember the six million lives that were so brutally taken and the stories that must never be forgotten.

  • Happy Passover 2026

    Amigour wishes you a happy Passover as we continue to suffer ongoing missiles.

  • Food Baskets Delivered to Amigour Homes

    Amigour distributes food baskets to elderly residents who are afraid to go out shopping for groceries

  • Purim under Fire

    Amigour celebrates Purim from the bomb shelters

  • Israel is at War

    Throughout Israel, Amigour's elderly are running to bomb shelters

  • Happy Hannukah 2025!

    Amigour wishes everyone a very happy Hannukah. Let's bring light to overcome the darkness.

  • Join us in Prayers

    Amigour prays for the safe return of our brave soldiers, and for the swift return of our beloved hostages so they may receive the dignity of burial here in our homeland.

  • A Special Simchat Torah

    Amigour rejoices as 20 of our beloved hostages return home, a miracle of resilience and faith, while we grieve for those lost in captivity and pray for their swift return to be laid to rest in Israel.

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Stories of Survival

Ninel Viner

The memories – how do they manage to force us to go experience, again and again, what we have forgotten long ago, and how we can't escape the memories of the horror and the scars are etched into us forever.

I was born on August 25 1925, in Odessa.

It was June 1941, in Odessa, grade 7 summer vacation. The Germans began massive occupations and we decided to quickly run away from the city and to move to Sertivi. We went through Dnepropetrovsk, but the Germans got there before us and we found ourselves under German occupation.

The local inhabitants helped us hide, but the Jews who hid were found and shot.

The Germans dug an enormous pit in the main square of the city, gathered all the Jews and shot them. To this day I can remember the sound of the bullets mixed with the agonizing screams. Luckily, my two brothers and I survived. The Germans thought we were Ukrainians and gave us temporary IDs.

I was taken to care for small children and my brothers were taken to an orphanage. I never saw them again.

At night we waited in trepidation for the German raids when they searched for Jews, and it continued until the summer of 1943.

Eventually I was turned in to the Nazis and was sent to the Breslau concentration camp in Germany. They made us work like slaves. As a child I did hard labor 17 hours a day, almost without food. I was abused by the Germans and they sent me from camp to camp. I managed to escape from one of the camps a few days before the end of the war. I was recaptured, this time by the Russians and I was sent to a forced labor camp in Russia. I thought I had reached a safe refuge, but I was wrong, and I was again sent from camp to camp.

In August 1945 I was sent home to my hometown of Odessa. Only a few members of my family survived, including my mother. She was 43, her hair had turned white, and our home had been burned down.

It took many years before we could resume a normal life, but sometimes I wake up at night from the barking of dogs and the sound of Germans. I shiver with fear and then I realize that it is only a nightmare.