On Sept. 10, 1945, I landed in Palestine. Why was I there? The truth is, I didn't really have any other place to go. I'd lost my entire family to the Nazis so it was unthinkable to go back to Germany. I'd found safety in Switzerland, but once the war was over, all the refuges there had to find a different homeland. The United States was a place I dreamed of, but getting there was an impossibility. But the Jews were founding a new state in Palestine where I was not only wanted, but needed. I went to a kibbutz,...