I left Tripoli at 15 years old. I was a boy, but I understood everything that has happened.
My father owned a butcher shop, he was a butcher. My mother was a housewife that took care of all our needs.
We had a Muslim house worker who helped my mother with everything that was needed, like laundry, cleaning etc. We lived a good life.
I went to “Scuola Italia”, which was an Italian school, where both Christians and Muslims studied.
We had a better quality of living than the rest of the locals. We were respected. Thanks to our social status, I was invited twice to the King’s Palace for a party dedicated to his son.
I tell you this to demonstrate how good our life was until 1967.
In 1967, after the victory of Israel in the Six-Day War, the Muslims attacked the Jews, burnt houses and killed people.