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Ilan Lior
The nurse's room was on the second floor of the orphanage in central Ramat Gan, and that was exactly where Yehuda Peretz first understood the healing power of love. When he was 5, in 1952, he spent many long nights there, getting over the measles, and he distinctly remembers how he would awake each morning screaming with pain. No one could comfort him until Rina Weil, the daughter of the head of the...
