Pass all their suffering is also tedious, which is not justified, but pretending to ignore something so violent would not do justice to my father or his way of being. Born in the eighteenth year, as thirty years later it fell to me, were years of war and postwar. Overcame illness, hunger needs and pitfalls, advanced as it could and reached the age of recruitment. He graduated as a man to fulfill his eighteen years to join the army during the Civil War in Spain. Being Jewish in the Spain full of wrong but frozen and tangled religious hatred was a ring full of obstacles in military issues. Luckily my father knew, (for knowledge and wisdom) cooking.
The first three years were spent as an Army quartermaster Generalate kitchen. Countless were his tales and stories of how she made some delicious dishes right in front of battle or how could that amount of dishes that were not supposed by the war. My father inherited the secret of it: barter. He visited the towns people and women were changed by another product: bread, flour, oil, sugar, chicken, sausages and more. My son David came to have the most famous chain of restaurants Caracas, had his moments in the six top chefs, on the basis I can say, without offense to his style as a chef in my father brought them great advantage. Our chefs with the best ingredients (salmon, caviar, foie gras, lobster, etc..,) They could do wonders, but do not have them simply did nothing.