We arrived, (and) they took us off the plane. We came to Shaar HaAliyah. We stayed for eight days. We did not have… my father would start crying every day. We were all without both food and drink. They gave us a big tent. We did not even have breakfast. They would give us water from the sea. We only wanted water and bread. Even that wasn’t (available). After, they took us to Pardes Hana. My siblings… my older brother did not come. My sister did not come. I was the oldest… and we brought clothes. Each person had a suitcase. They took us… in the morning, (and) brought us to Pardes Hana at night. They put us in a tent (with) maybe twenty families in it. This person was screaming, that person was crying, this person was yelling. They brought us. Two days later… we were old (enough), my brother Shaq and I. He was twelve years old at the time. And my brother Ghazi was ten years old. He could carry (things). And they would go wandering. He would wonder all day in the transit camp. Wherever there was a small tent we would go. Every day we would go to a different place. We would change our place, so that it would be good for us, quiet. We would go to work, and bring tomatoes, peppers. My mother went to buy… my cousin gave us a burner. My mother would cook. (When) we had money, we would go to the market there. My mother used to go buy Israeli couscous. Whatever was there at the market, we would bring. We would bring many things. My siblings would put it all in their pants. Cucumbers and tomatoes. They would give us eggs, (and) we would go sell them. People would walk and hear (us shouting) “eggs without water”. So that my mother could make food. What (could) we eat? It was hard for us in the transit camp. In the end we came to… by the road, we had a tent alone. (It was) white. All eight of us, nine people went inside it. We had beds. We would sleep on them, and go to work in the morning.