It All Starts in Paris

By Durstola

IT ALL STARTS IN PARIS is pure pleasure reading wrapped around a wonderful story of love and war. Michele Durst Ola has created a real page turner set in a historically accurate framework. This is a great book for those looking for an exciting fictional tale. J. W. Watts

• Language: English
• Publisher: EC Publishing LLC
• Release date: May 15, 2023
• ISBN: 9781953821560

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Table of Contents

Acknowledgments

Dedication

It All Starts in Paris

Visiting Montmartre

Mezuzah

La Sorbonne University

That Strange Russian Man

Ancestors

You Have Mail!

The Second Jewish Revolt

The Wedding

Israel

The Marketplace

Promoted

Six Years Later…

Back To Paris

Just A little Sip

Love Is Stronger Than Hate

A New Life

Yigael Yadin

What Does It Mean, To Be A Muslim?

Astonished

The Battle For Jerusalem

The Lazarus Foundation

Stop! Look! Listen!

Acknowledgments

SO THANKFUL TO ERIC HINMAN, OUTSTANDING ART WORK FOR THE COVER OF MY BOOK.

I LIKE TO THANK PETER LAZAR MY FRIEND, ALWAYS THERE TO HELP WITH HIS COMPUTER KNOWLEDGE.

I AM SO GRATEFUL FOR MY LONG TIME FRIEND MICHELLE TRAYLOR SHE IS THE ONE WHO MOTIVATED ME, TO WRITE A DIFFERENT VERSION OF MY PREVIOUS BOOK BLOODY BAR KOCHBA WHO WAS TOO GRAPHIC FOR HER SENSITIVE NATURE. MICHELLE TRAYLOR IS THE PRESIDENT OF C.O.G LIBRARY. I VALUE TREMENDOUSLY HER METICULOUS READING OF EVERY PAGE. SHE TOOK MUCH OF HER PRECIOUS TIME TO REVIEW, IT ALL STARTS IN PARIS.

ALL MY DEEPEST THANKS TO MY PRECIOUS DAUGHTER NOUCHKA, IN THE MIDDLE OF HER BATTLE AGAINST CANCER, SHE OFFERED TO EDIT MY BOOK. SHE ALWAYS ENCOURAGES ME IN EVERYTHING I DO.

Dedication

I DEDICATED IT ALL STARTS IN PARIS TO OUR CHILDREN AND GRANDCHILDREN. FOR THEM TO LEARN ABOUT IMPORTANT, ACCURATE RELIGIOUS AND HISTORICAL FACTS. WRITTING AS AN EXCITING FICTIONAL TALE SO THEY WILL NOT BE BORED.

Chapter 1

It All Starts in Paris

Standing at Paris’ train station’s main entrance, under the big clock, Judith Belford held a picture of David Weis. The picture had been taken at an athletic event. David’s parents gave it to her while visiting Paris before they left to Israel to start a new life.

She nervously awaited the arrival of David. She wore a white silk dress with matching accessories. David’s mother told her that David was 5’10, black short curly hair with piercing blue eyes.

Judith glanced at the clock with six more minutes to wait. She imagined a young man who was constantly running and jumping, kicking, shooting and only interested in winning competitions. David’s mother, Sarai, had told her that David was a very good boy, and surpassed all the best of all the students in his college in Moscow. But, of course, in the eyes of a mother, her children are always the best.

Finally David appeared, scanning the crowd for a person who matched the description he had been given. His eyes alit on a petite, white, silhouette.

The breeze of the summer morning making her dress dance. The large satin green belt around her waist made her look like a Lily of the Valley. As if drawn together by a magnet, they started walking towards each other.

Judith, who was very expressive, graciously extended her hands; exclaiming: Welcome to Paris! How was your trip?

Her voice was a melody to David’s ears. The moment he took her hands he felt paralysed. It was like a small electric shock went through his body. His mouth opened but nothing came out, his eyes wide open.

That had never happened to him before. Judith tried to retrieve her hands back without success. She was puzzled. (What is wrong with him? Is he mentally off?) Trying to break the tension she asked; Do you speak French?

David snapped out of it, as if returning to earth and quickly let go of her hands. In a deep, warm voice he said; Yes I speak French.. Please Judith excuse my manners. I did not expect you to be so beautiful.....your beauty struck me speechless.

Judith, with brown eyes smiling under her white, veiled hat, her lovely oval face blushing, and her pink plump lips lost all words for a short time. The tone of David’s voice was so warm and charming that it enveloped her in a cloud of velvet.

As they turned to leave, a man walked up to David and spoke quietly in Russian. He handed David a bank book along with money, and his phone number letting David know to call him if he needed to get in touch with his friend Gregory. Then made his exit and disappeared into the crowd.

Judith introduced David to the driver of her mother’s sedan. David stared around the train station, noticing the architectural differences from Moscow.

Judith said, My parents are so happy that you are finally here and they are hoping you will stay with us for a while. The three of us are very fond of your parents.

The limo arrived in one the finest neighbourhoods of Paris. Judith parents, Jacques and Lydia, came out to receive David like family with open arms, and so much love and attention. David felt welcomed and never imagined that people so gracious existed!

Chapter 2

Visiting Montmartre

Judith was enthusiastic to introduce Paris to David. She introduced David to many places including Le Louvre, Les Escaliers De La Butte and Le Sacre Coeur, Notre Dame De P aris.

David had a hard time transitioning to this freedom after all he had been through. He always felt the need to watch his back. Since his brother, Ezra, and Judith’s sister, Miriam, had been taken from them, he couldn’t help but be on guard. When they would go to a restaurant or other public place, he always made sure to