Her eyes suddenly brightened up. It turned out that she was originally from Kibbutz Ze'elim. 

 “Oh, what a beautiful Dining Hall it is, I can remember it since I was a little girl. Did you actually plan our Dinning Hall?”   “Yes”, I modestly shrugged, “and does it look as nice today?” I asked her, to encourage a complement.   “It's as lovely as ever”, she cooed, but her gaze was high above my head and she was probably thinking about some romantic memory of her youth.