One night we were having a small dinner with a number of other people in Jerusalem. and I rose to extol the heroism of my friends. the Mays. who had struggled through many years of adversity. When I was through. Helen May rose and said. "We are not heroes. we are ordinary people. We are no different than so many other Soviet Jews." Helen May went on to recount the story of her years as a Refusnik. She told us of how her internal visa was revoked. and she could not travel to see her dying mother. Her mother died without being able to see her daughter. She told us of the many times she was taken to KGB headquarters in the middle of the night for questioning.