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Solar Energy Research Steps Ahead at Israel University

JERUSALEM — While
the United States and other
developed powers are
strongly promoting solar
energy and treating this
"innovation" as a major
energy source for the future,
Israel has been using solar
techniques on a practical
level for years.
Dr. Jaime Wishniak,
dean of the faculty of tech-
nical sciences at Ben-
Gurion University of the
Negev, said "In a practical
sense, more than 250,000
Israeli families already
heat their household water
with solar heaters. Some of
the problems we are now
tackling here at the univer-
sity go to the heart of such
issues as central solar sys-
tems for buildings, more
practical materials for solar
collectors, and the possible
direct use of solar energy in
connection with magneto
hydrodynamic pumps."
Many of the projects have

included cooperative re-
search with American uni-
versities. One of the major
scientists investigating
building climatology, Dr.
Baruch Givoni, for example,
is now sharing his special
skills at UCLA where he
teaches, while his experi-
ments continue at the Sde
Boker campus of B-GU.

Among the work be-
ing done is that of Prof.
David Wolf and Abraham
Tamir, and Dr. Avraham
Kudish, who have found
that a central apparatus
for solar water heating is
both technically and
economically more feasi-
ble than the single system
units now on the market
throughout Israel.

One such unit is now
heating water at a major
hotel in Eilat. Another will
do the same for the student
dormitory at B-GU.
Another experiment is

Surviving Messina Jew
Devoted to Aiding Israel

JERUSALEM — "I live to
this day with the
Holocaust," says Melech
Reis, 77, the only Jew in the
town of Messina, Sicily, now
visiting Israel. "My life's
ambition is to contribute to
Israel in any way possible."
Each year, between
Pesach and Yom
Ha'Atzmaut, Reis visits Is-
rael. On his current visit, he
participated in a ceremony
marking the dedication of a
new day-care center in
Kiryat Shmona, built with
his contribution to Keren
Hayesod — United Israel
Appeal, and carried out
through its projects de-
partment. This is Reis'
fourth project in Israel.
His wife, two children and
nearly his entire family
were killed in the Warsaw
Ghetto uprising in 1943.
Only one daughter was
saved. She and her family
live in Rome.

Reis now has three pro-
jects, all of them in Afula:
a mother and child care
center, a kindergarten
and a synagogue. Each
year during Pesach he
comes to the town,
checks on the condition
of the kindergarten (he
added on a room when
the facilities became
overcrowded) and recites
the Radish in "his"
synagogue. The new
day-care center in Kiryat
Shmona is in memory of
his parents. He is already
planning his fifth project
together with Yehuda
Shaviv, director of the
Keren Hayesod - United
Israel Appeal Projects
Department, with whom
Reis corresponds in Heb-
rew.
Reis is not a wealthy per-
son. All the resources he has
he contributes for projects
in Israel.
Born in Poland, Reis at-
tended the yeshiva where
he learned Hebrew. He has
lived in Messina for many
years, where he is engaged
in citrus marketing.

Once Messina had a
Jewish community, but
now Reis is the only one
remaining among the
town's 300,000. Not long
ago, he recalls, a local
newspaper saw fit to
print the story of blood
libel connected with
Messina.
On a stone in the local
cathedral there is an in-
scription that points out
"the treachery of the Jews."
The background is a legend
regarding the slaying of a
Christian child by the
town's Jews on the eve of
Pesach, and which ends
with the revenge of the
town's Christian commun-
ity on the local Jewish popu-
lation.
"I protested to the editor
for this libelous story in the
newspaper," Reis says, "I
stressed that the only truth
to the entire episode is that
a pogrom against the Jews
took place."

Jobless Subject
of AJCommittee

NEW YORK — Un-
employment in the United
States — its extent, history,
social effects, and the mea-
sures being offered to com-
bat it — is the subject of a
new publication issued by
the American Jewish
Committee.
Titled "Out of Work: The
Impact of Unemployment
and What's Being Done
About It," the background
paper, prepared by Harry
Fleischman, AJC's director
of labor and race relations,
is intended to serve as a re-
source for those engaged in
national and local discus-
sions of urban-suburban is-
sues.
It is the first of a projected
series of occasional papers
to be issued by AJC's
domestic affairs depart-
ment under the general title
"Our Stake in the Urban
Condition." It is available
for a nominal fee from The
American Jewish Commit-
tee, 165 E. 56th St., New
York 10022.

testing various plastic
materials versus metals
now used as the base for
many solar panels. These
would be less subject to cor-
rosion and wear.
One experiment, de-
scribed by Prof. Herman
Branover, might result in a

unit that directly channels
solar power into batteries
using the principle of mag-
neto hydrodynamics.
One of Prof. Givoni's ex-
periments would use solar
energy not only for heating,
but for cooling environ-
ments as well.

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Why Do the Weeping Willows Weep?

Deep in the forest far away
Gathered the saplings in their play
There in the midst of their daily fun
They stopped in flight to have their say.

The forest lands grow deep and kill
The giant elms raise high their heads
As sentinels they guard each day
The inner trees so young and gay.

Around the weeping willows there
They form a ring to protect their lair
From winds and sun and frosty air
Deep in the forest far away.

Mother dear we are full of fear
As we watch the weeping willows cry
Why do they cry and hang their heads?
So low to the ground and all around.

What have they done so very bad?
That they must cry by day and nite
Bitter tears of their fearful plight
They band together in circle form
Hold hands so tight whispering low
As gentle murmurs as the breezes blow.

Gather round my children dear, closer yet
And I'll tell you their story so very sad
'tis ordained by the elders here
That they must weep for the sins of man.

'Tis a special sin that man commits
With hate and anger and brutal
For reasons that we cannot understand
Except to maim and starve and kill
A group of men of a different race.

The elders spoke with great reserve
To the willows as they gathered there
No tears were shed when man kills man
In a frightful way, an inhuman thrust
As death inflicts its vengful curse
To exterminate a man, and then their race.

The sins of man are manifold
In love and life and battle cry
There is no sin so great a force
_As when man raises his hand againsfAis kind
To maim, to starve, to exterminate
Without a cause.

The cause they said was manifest
Their race, their color or their creed
They failed to understand 'tis said
They turned their head the other way
Not to hear the chorus of mortal groans
Of those that died without a cause.

'Tis written now in the sands of time
For each broken man that goes to his death
By the hand of his brother, he will not rest
Until a tear is shed on his behalf
For each martyred soul that has fallen low
And now lies buried in the ground below
In ditches wide and dug by them
Thrown together in a common grave
With no marker upon their shame
In an effort to hide deep their blame.

Six million killed and children too
Were slaughtered like sheep in pens
Their tortured souls cried out in anguished blood
That flowed unto the earth below.

Six million killed because they lived
And prayed to God in their own way
There was no crime they had no say
They took their bread, they took their clothes
They silent prayed Shum-Ah
Fell in their own dug grave, still praying yet.

No voice was heard; no hand was raised
To stop this holocaust of beasts
The world look - on in shocked dismay
Their nostrils filled with the scent of death
Of burning flesh and children too
Of women in a pregnant state
They did not care, had only hate
Toward their fellow man.

No man did weep, no man did cry
Except the fellows of their race
No tears were shed, they looked away
As the earth was drenched with flowing blood
That cried aloud to their fellow man
Their cry was heard around the world
It echoed thru the lands
Not one single voice was raised to stay
The hands that killed and killed to exterminate.

Six million more, six million more
And yet no voice was raised
To stop this inhuman holocaust of beasts
No tears were shed around the world
The world looked on and said no words.

The trees then gathered in a group
The elders spoke when all was still
Since man had shed no tears for this
It is our burden now, to ease their pain
Of those who died without a mark
To show their place.

Six million tears, six million more
They fell to earth drop by drop
And as they fell to mother earth
A drop of blood. rose forth to mingle
As a soothing balm, to quench
The hurt of those that died for what they thought.

And so the forest elders said
As the willows gathered in a group
They hanged their heads, their leaves hung down
They wept unending tears
A torrent that flowed out with grief
A grief beyond the ken of men
Drop by drop, six million times
And then six million more.

They are still there, they still do weep
Tears that flow out from their hearts
Unto the blood soaked earth below
The weeping willows day and nite.

At nite a silent hush prevades
The wind is gone, the sun goes down
The only sound that can be heard
Is the falling heart break tears
That splash to earth
One by one, so loud it seems
A monument of grief to those who died
Alone, forlorn, bewildered in unmarked graves
The Mother-earth reached out her arms
To welcome back with gentleness
The broken bodies mangled there
They had returned to their first lair
From whence they sprang.

With loving care she made them whole
And laid their bodies in single rows
Side by side, six million times
And lit a candle for each one
To light the way for those twisted minds
To obliterate the sins of man.

And then when all the lights were lit
She raised her voice in a loud acclaim
And said a prayer for the dead
A YISKADAL"
P.S. I must add my own personal feelings and prayer

Oh God - give me tears enough
That I may weep in full accord
That I may give my heart
To those who died as a part of me.
Maurice Croll, M.D.
May, 1978

