In Algeria my great grandmother was a headmistress of a school, her parents owned a grocery bazaar shop.
My great-grandpa had to stop school at 14 when his father died to help his mother feed his 6 siblings as they were very poor. He later worked at the bank of Algeria and Tunisia.
At school my grandpa faced antisemitism from the other children, they called him "sale juif" (dirty Jew) nonstop, they also had fights.
My grandpa then went to a lycee and there he made many great friendships with Muslims and Christians. He then went to Paris to study but his parents stayed behind. Even after the independence of Algeria when the jewish people left they stayed even though it was very dangerous, but then they got a warning that something bad was going to happen( a client of the bank my grandfather worked at warned them) and they left straight away.
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