And there (in Iraq) I would wash…I would go outside. Every time I had…I would cough, and I was not able to breathe. They would give me injections in my arm…in the vein…because I have asthma. Afterwards, we came home, and I went to the health insurance (clinic). There was a doctor who had hair on his arm…(very) old, old. I said to him, “David, you know…what a doctor. Like Eliyahu the Prophet. You have to go to him!”. He got up and went. He said to him, “poor (thing). You suffer so much and they won’t give you that injection.” He said to him, “I’m begging you! Let me go work and raise my five children.” He said to him, “but here you need […] in Haifa…a doctor from the health insurance. Only he can sign for you (give you the prescription) and give you those three injections.” (So) he went. He knocked on the door and went inside. He said to him, “I want these injections.” He said to him, “but there isn’t…who wrote (the prescription) for you?”. He said…he said to him, “you have to give it to me! If you won’t (do it), I will!”. He went and locked the door. The doctor called a police officer, (and) the police officer came. He opened the door and saw him. He was his friend, the police officer. He said to him, “what do you want from him, (this) poor (man)? Give him those injections! Maybe he’ll get well!”. He said to him, “no, he needs to wait another month…another month.” He said to him, “David, what do you say? Do you agree”. He said, “(I could wait) even another year. The main thing is that I will be healthy.” In the end he gave it to him, the doctor gave it to him. We waited. He said to him, “the first one (injection) won’t do you good. The second (injection) - you’ll see, you’ll be satisfied. The third - it will pass you (you’ll be healthy again).” And it really was like that.