THE SHOEMAKER'S APPRENTICE

1952 - I remember myself as a hungry child at the Talfiot crossing in Jerusalem, where I arrived with my parents from Iraq. I grew up without a frame, without a kindergarten, without toys and without children's books. Instead of books and Legos, we built carts from wooden boxes and drove them down the winding road to the edge of the wadi. I was a child survivor fighting for his existence in impossible conditions. Already at a young age I had to work, including as a cobbler's apprentice, to help my parents who collapsed under the burden of livelihood. From there began my arduous journey to the top. 1989 - My journey to the top of skin and tendon cream when I was appointed the director of Israeli television. I was 41 years old, a young TV executive. It was a holiday for me. I had a wonderful feeling of the one who conquered the mountain, shattered the glass ceiling and raised the flag. I entered the manager's room imbued with an intoxicating euphoria of victory - I, Nissim of Sha'al, son