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In the West Bloomfield Plaza 851-6232 CAMPER'S CHECK LIST ❑ XL-Zip Duffel Bags Laundry Bags Rubber Ditty Bags ❑ Wool Army Blankets ❑ Acrylic Camp Blankets ❑ Canteen, 1 or 2 qts. ❑ Flashlights Camp Knives Collapsible Drink Cups ❑ Tooth Brush Holders ❑ Ground Sheets ❑ Rain Boots Hiking Boots ❑ ❑ ❑ ❑ ❑ Official T-Shirts - Sweatshirts Shorts -& Visors Foot Lockers and Trunks Nylon Bug Netting Fitted Cot Sheets Insect Repellent Compass Unbreakable Mirrors Shoe Bags Rain Ponchos Sleeping Bag Covers Nametapes Towels and Washcloths Speedo Swim Suits ❑ Nose and Ear Plugs Bio-degradable Soap ❑ After Bite ❑ Back Packs Sleeping Bags CamouflageArmy Ouffit ❑ Sweat Pants and Tops ❑ ❑ Jeans ❑ ❑ ❑ ❑ ❑ ❑ ❑ ❑ ❑ peak" filling our ears, and it was that rotten, gloomy, starving and chained country which proclaimed a million times a day: "the freest and the hap- piest." We didn't talk. But we knew what escape we would choose. We'll leave Russia. Forever. We'll slam the door, we'll kick it, we'll curse the life we had to live, and we'll walk away from it all without looking back. A month later I was sitting in an express train which was taking me and my five-year-old son from Mos- cow to Leningrad, to visit my parents and to let them know that we would try to leave Russia. It was not just a plain notification of our intentions: first of all, we all had to start prepar- ing for the fact that we'll never see each other, that physically it would equal death, if they choose not to fol- low"us. At that point I was sure they would stay. Secondly, they had to give us a notarized letter that they didn't have any objections to our leaving and we had no material or financial obliga- tions toward them. I knew they would give us the letter, but how would I be able to spell it out? I was looking out of the train window trying to figure out how to say it but as usual, I couldn't keep my eyes off the green hills and distant dark forests. Like always, I wanted to get off the train and stroll there in the high grass, along the winding narrow roads, between the spruces. It was home. I could anticipate its sounds, its smells, its comfort. But as always, an ugly face of poverty or ever-present propaganda would appear just in time to break this spell of beauty and to remind me about the reality: aged gray, shabby huts; stern looking gloomy men and women wearing gray shabby clo- thing and dirty rubber boots; party slogans made out of rocks, painted white, spreading along the railroad track: "Long live the Communist Party!" "Glory to the Village Labor- ers!" They were not peasants, those gloomy looking people, dressed in gray. No way. They were Village Laborers. Orwell. Everywhere. My son Mike, meanwhile, was entertaining passengers. He was very uninhibited at that tender age. People around Mike were laugh- ing and patting him on the head. "I love my grandfather" he went on encouraged by a warm reception. "We walk and talk . . . He taught me a poem. Listen: 'Lenin didn't die. Lenin is alive. His cause will never die . . " My son's eyes sparkled, his cheeks got rosy with excitement. Some people from his sympathetic audience offered him cookies and candies. I wanted to hide under the seat. I recognized my father's choice of poetry. He was stubborn and loyal. He refused to listen to the Voice of America, which we managed to squeeze through all the jamming be- cause it was the only source of infor- mation for us. He didn't believe BBC, which was a criteria of credibility for us, and he was convinced that capitalism was morally evil. He lived through the times when people around him, including his friends and relatives, were disap- pearing without leaving any traces, as if they had never existed. Every night he himself could expect a knock Every night he himself could expect a knock on the door. Did he wonder why? Or was it one of the questions he didn't want to answer? ' on the door. Did he wonder why? Or was it one of the questions he didn't want to answer? The train was going on, and the closer we were to Leningrad, the more formidable my task seemed: to make my father understand that in 1984 I don't want to live according to Orwell. Was it realistic? How could I believe then that in 1984 my son would be an American teenager, bright and slightly skepti- cal, getting any of his questions an- swered? How could I imagine that my father would suffer through a painful realization that his values were wrong and his life was wasted, and in 1984 I would be going to a small, old Jewish cemetery in Inkstqr, Mich., where a gravestone would have my father's name carved in three lan- guages: English which he never managed to master; Hebrew which he was forced to forget; and Russian, the language of the country which deceived him. ❑ is ALTERATIONS SEA GULL *WALDEN * TAMAKWA Ar*LEHs T u A R NuT GA*TtAzcoKwei * FOR CAMPS mAw 0000000000000000000000000000000 Singer Tony Bennett wins Israel award Washington (JTA) — The natural wonders of Israel, as depicted in the colorful paintings of artist Philip Ratner, set the stage for the Ambassador's Ball at the Washington Hilton Hotel Sunday night where the popular entertainer, Tony Bennett, was honored with Israel's Friendship Award. The inscription on the plaque presented to the singer by Israeli Ambas- sador Meir Rosenne, cited Bennett for "his unique ar- tistry and special talents" that "have captured the hearts of men and women everywhere" and "in appre- ciation for his friendship for Israel and indentification , with its humanitarian ideals and its aspirations for peace." The Ambassador's Bali'is an annual event under the patronage of the Israeli Ambassador in Washington and his wife, coordinated by the State of Israel Bonds.