And still my father tried to keep kosher as much as he could. And then he asked the Rabbi what to do, because I kept fainting, and the Rabbi said he should give me to eat whatever he could put his hands on and shouldn’t seek kosher, he should give it to me. The soup was brought in in such churns like they bring milk today. So the men took turns to go to the kitchen to fetch those big churns. And then one opportunity was that when you went to the kitchen that you could steal something, either a potato or, whatever there was, while you were there you might be putting something into your pocket, and of course all the men wanted to go to the kitchen to fetch the food. So my father’s turn came and he went, and my father brought back an onion. Now, he peeled that onion and we sat down to eat it. We felt that onion in every part of our body. The onion is such a strong healthy food that our fingertips were getting tingling so since then for me onions are a very important food, because there is so much strength in it.