I was first introduced to Landmark it was called something else, Werner Erhard and Associates. I was a new immigrant in Israel, worked for the City of Jerusalem as an architect, in the Town Planning Department. I was lonely and miserable.
I left Hungary hoping for a family. I left Hungary hoping for a better life. Instead I brought my misery with me and got loneliness on top of it.
One day a woman I barely knew by sight stuck her head in the door of my office and invited us, 4 girls, to a thing at her home. I said yes, I would have gone anywhere at that point.
My Hebrew was good enough to work, not too good to converse at that point.
When I arrived I was the first: I helped the woman whose name I knew by this time, Miki Ettlinger, to set up her living room. I found out that she was Hungarian and spent time in the Buchenwald concentration camp until she was liberated. She was liberated before the camp itself was liberated, and she felt guilty for that all her life