The Horowitz family home was home to many people. There was a lot of warmth and love in it to this day I keep mentioning the Shabbat meals. The smell of challah. While Rabbi Eli was doing a kiddush angels would fly there. It was not something ordinary, it was very very special. We felt the intensities.
Horowitz's house was a guest house. On Saturdays I did not eat there, I would arrive after dinner in the morning, many girls from the tribe and friends of Nehama would come.
It's free to enter, to open the fridge, to play the piano, to really feel at home.
These memories accompany me a lot.