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COVID-19: How it’s affected Israeli-owned local engineering company Iris Construction Management – Part 1 of a series

Alex Rubanny (left) & Dmitry Kruglik

Ed. note: A while back I was put in touch with a university student by the name of Jon Van Deer Veen who told me that he would like to gain some experience working for The Jewish Post & News over the summer before returning to school.

Jon explained that he had spent last summer in Israel on a program known as MASA which, according to the MASA Israel Journey website, “is the leader in immersive international experiences in Israel for young adults (18-30).”
I asked Jon whether he’d consider writing about local businesspeople who belong to the Jewish Business Network (an organization I helped to start, along with Tamar Barr of the Rady JCC, five years ago). Jon said he’d be glad to take on the project and will be writing a continuing series for us over the coming months.
Here is the first of his submissions:

By JON VAN DEER VEEN

To get an insight into the economic impact of the Covid-19 shutdown, we have reached out to many businesses to get their stories. One of the first interviews on the subject was with Alex Rubanny, the Vice-President of Planning and Engineering at Iris Construction Management. 

Iris Construction Management was founded by two Israelis, Dmitry Kruglik and Alex Rubanny, who emigrated to Canada to begin a new life. Both of them had been successful structural and mechanical engineers in Israel. They have over 30 years of combined experience in the industry, which means they bring a level of in-depth professional knowledge to their company, not always found among executives. Having “cut their teeth” in the extremely competitive environment of the Israeli construction industry, they dedicate themselves to cost savings and franchise optimization. Naturally, I was very excited when Alex agreed to an interview with me because his focus on economic efficiency is a valuable lesson for struggling businesses to hear during the current quarantine in which thousands of companies have been forcibly closed, many never to reopen. 

Our conversation began by us discussing how Covid-19 has affected his business and his clients. Alex was very upfront with me and said companies that are his usual clients are struggling. According to Alex, besides the industries which have been entirely shut down, those businesses which remain partially open are experiencing severe cash flow problems and do not have the cash reserves to sustain themselves.
A JP Morgan study backs his claims, noting that less than one-half of all small businesses maintain a cash reserve equal to one month’s expenses. So, in an attempt to stay open many companies such as restaurants have shifted their business models, and now focus on delivery services. However, Alex doesn’t think that will be enough for many restaurants to survive.
He emphatically stated: “Every month they are losing income, every month the restaurants stay shut down will take one year of recovery, EVERY MONTH, so if they are shut down for three months that means they will probably need three years of recovery from Covid.” This was a shocking statement to hear, but it made sense once he explained it. 

Restaurants and many other service sector businesses struggle to get by in the most normal of times and operate on extremely tight margins. Moreover, many companies have high overhead operating costs which don’t go away even if their customers do; electricity, heat, and rent are ever-present expenses, as well as the salaries and material costs that are necessary to continue operating.
I then pressed him further on operating expenses and asked how the global pandemic and quarantine surrounding Covid-19 has disrupted the supply chains across the planet that many people and businesses rely upon. His response again was not great news to hear for local store owners: “Oh yeah, definitely. Some of the equipment suppliers have shut down their businesses, and some have reduced volume, and we are facing serious delays with equipment these days, so we are searching for new suppliers.”
However, what he said next might give some hope for small business owners as he talked about overhead costs. “Different times bring opportunities for small businesses and small suppliers who have maybe fewer people; they could be more cost-effective because they have fewer employees and less volume so these days their prices are becoming more cost-effective for us.”
Alex continued to explain that before, he and Dmitry used to work with big suppliers to ensure equipment deliveries were on time, and that they had a large variety of products to choose from, but these days they are moving into smaller business models and letting small businesses provide them with services, regardless of the lower quality warranties and customer service. Essentially, businesses that don’t require thousands of overseas offices and large warehouses full of products, but instead supply you directly from the manufacturer, can survive because they lack the large expenses of other companies and, as a result, aren’t nearly as leveraged through the purchase of what are now useless assets waiting in storage. 

Not knowing too much about the construction management industry, I asked Alex how his company can save money for his clients, and he laid it out plainly: “We are an outsourcing company, so we get paid by the project – not as if we had a construction manager for our company where we would pay his salary if we had a project or not; you’re still paying a salary to an accountant, money for the researchers, and stuff like that.”
He continued: “In-house construction managers hire general contractors who would add a cost on top of every item they supply, like fryers, grills, exhaust hoses and every material.
“We are working differently; we are sourcing from specific contractors, not general contractors, and then we are able to save on the general contractor profit, and we are able to save on the profit they put on the equipment because we are the sole supplier for the entire operation. So, when you come to us, and you need architects, engineers, having to apply for permits, or supervisors, you get everything in one company – everything through one office and therefore you can save on cost because you don’t need so many people around.”
Alex explained how he has avoided accepting common inefficiencies in the industry in order to reduce costs for his clients. What particularly struck me was how much time wastage there is in so many construction projects and how a general contractor’s supply costs could be inflated by 20-30 percent to cover expenses that can be incurred while not actively working on a project, such as in winter. 

To finish off our discussion, I asked Alex his thoughts on reopening, and he gave me a mixed response. Iris Construction Management looks forward to reopening because they see it as an opportunity to display their cost-saving techniques, but Alex realizes that for many businesses, it will take a long time to recoup the losses incurred from the Covid-19 quarantines and many more will never reopen. 

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I Speak “Jew”

Morrocan Jewish fish dish

By MARK E. PAULL I grew up in Montreal. Born in 1956. Anglo by birth, sure. But that never quite fit. I don’t speak “Anglo” the way they mean it. My real language is Jew.
And I don’t mean Hebrew or Yiddish. I mean the language of reading the room before you enter it. The code-switching, shame-dodging, laugh-first-so-they-don’t-pounce dialect we pick up early. It’s a language built on side-eyes and timing and ten generations of tension.
I speak French—enough to make myself understood. Enough to charm a dinner table, crack a joke, get someone’s uncle to nod. I’m not fluent, but I’m fast. Doesn’t matter. In Quebec, language isn’t grammar—it’s inheritance. It’s who your grandfather cursed out in a hardware store.
To the Francophones, I’ll never be one of them. My accent betrays me before I say a word. I’m just an Anglo. And not even that, really. Because when the lens tightens, when they look closely, I’m just un Juif. Just a Jew.
And to the Anglos? Same thing. I can wear the suit, speak the Queen’s English, order the wine properly—still a Jew. Even in rooms where I “pass,” I don’t belong. I’m not invited in to be myself. I’m invited in to behave. To be safe. To not say the thing that makes the air stiff.
We’re the only people still called by our religion. No one says “Orthodox” for a Greek. No one says “Vatican” for an Italian. No one calls a Black man “Baptist” before they see his face. But “Jew”? That sticks. That’s the label. Before passport. Before language. Before hello.
I’ve mostly made peace with that. But there’s still this ache—knowing you can live your whole life in a place and never really be from there.
Let me tell you a story.
We had this block party once—the folding-table, paper-plate kind. Kids zipping by on scooters. Music low. Everyone asked to bring something from “your culture.”
The Greek guy brought lemon potatoes and lamb—felt like it came with a side of Byzantine history. The Italians brought two lasagnas—meat and veggie—with basil placed like confetti. The Vietnamese couple brought shrimp rolls that vanished before they hit the table. Even the German guy—built like a fridge—brought bratwurst and a six-pack with gothic lettering.
And then us.
My partner made Moroccan fish. Her grandmother’s recipe. Red with tomatoes, garlic, cumin. Studded with olives and preserved lemon. I brought a bottle of white wine. Dry. Crisp. From the Golan Heights. Not Manischewitz. Not even close.
We laid it out. Someone leaned over: “Moroccan? But I thought you were Jewish.”
We smiled. “We are.”
Then: “So… where’s the brisket? Isn’t Jewish wine supposed to be sweet?”
That’s when it hits you. No matter how long you’ve lived here, how many snowstorms you’ve shoveled through, you’re still explaining yourself. Still translating your presence.
Because they don’t know. They don’t know Jews came from everywhere. That “Jewish” isn’t one dish—it’s a whole map. That we had Jews in Morocco before there was even a France. That some of us grew up on kreplach, some on kefta. That some of our mothers sang in Yiddish, others in Arabic, and some in both—depending on who was knocking.
They don’t know. And worse—they don’t ask.
And that’s the part that gets you. Not the slurs. Not the graffiti. Not even the occasional muttered cliché. It’s the blankness. The shrug. The image they already have of you that’s built out of dreidels and sitcoms.
“Jewish” as nostalgic. As novelty. Something they saw once on a bagel.
Sometimes, when those questions come, I float. One version of me walks out. Another turns into a mouse. One turns into a Frisbee. Just gone. Not mad. Just tired.
Because being a Jew isn’t cute. It’s not nostalgic.
It’s ancient.
Before Montreal.
Before France.
Before Poland. Before Spain.
Before pogroms.
Before ghettos.
Before Hitler.
Before even the word Europe.
We were there.
Go back to the 5th century. 2nd century.
Go back to Jesus—our kid, by the way.
Go further—Babylon. Persia.
Keep going—Temple. Exile. Wandering.
And still, after all that, I’m at a table in Quebec explaining why our fish has cumin in it.
It’s almost funny. If it didn’t wear you down a little.
I’m not looking for pity. This isn’t a complaint.
I’m proud. I know what I carry. I walk into any room with five thousand years behind me. I come from people who kept the lights on through every kind of darkness—and laughed through it, too.
But sometimes, I just wish I didn’t have to explain so much.
All I want is to put down my dish…
…and hear someone say:
“That smells amazing. Tell me the story.”

That’s all.


Mark E. Paull, C.A.C. is a Certified ADHD Coach – IPHM, CMA, IIC&M, CPD Certified
Writer | Lived-Experience Advocate | Type 1 Diabetic since 1967

He has been published in:
The New York Times, The Globe and Mail, Folklife Magazine, Times of Israel, CHADD’s Attention Magazine, The Good Men Project

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At 104, Besse Gurevich last original resident of Shaftesbury Park Retirement Residence

By MYRON LOVE At 104, Besse Gurevich is the last of the original residents of Shaftesbury Park Retirement Residence. She may also be the oldest member of our Jewish community.
Although her vision and her hearing have diminished considerably, her mind and memory are still intact.  A few weeks back, this writer sat down with her in her suite as she recalled a life filled with highs and lows and her many  contributions to her community, both in Winnipeg and Fort William before that.
The daughter of Jack and Rebecca Avit, her life’s journey began in 1921 in a home on Carlton Street near Ellice Avenue, near her father’s furniture store.  He later operated a cap factory.
When she was ten, the family – she had two brothers and a sister – moved to Manitoba Avenue in the old North End. “My father had put a deposit down on a house on Scotia,” she recalls.  “But my parents didn’t feel that the neighbourhood was Jewish enough.”
Her schooling included Peretz School and, like so many of her generation, St. John’s Tech (as it was known back then.)  “I was actually supposed to be going to Isaac Newton for high school,” she says.  We were living on the wrong side of the tracks for St. John’s.  After one day at Isaac Newton, I found a way to transfer to St. John’s.”
In 1940, 19-year-old Bessie Avit married Jack Gurevich, a young man from Fort William.  The wedding was marred though, by the sudden, untimely passing of her father.
Following the wedding, Besse moved with her new husband to Fort William where Jack Gurevich worked in retail clothing sales.  “We lived in Fort William for 20 years,” she says.  “Our three children (Judy, Richard and Howard) were born there.”
She recalls that there were about 200 Jewish families – including her sister and one of her brothers for some years – in town, during the time she lived there. “We were very well known in the community,” she recalls. “I was involved in everything.”
Her community activism continued after the family’s return to her home town. While Jack went to work as a salesman for Western Glove Works, Besse became an indefatigable community volunteer. At one time or another, she served as vice-president of ORT, Hadassah and National Council of Jewish Women in Winnipeg. She was also a long time B’nai Brith member.
In the business world, the highlight of her career was the building of Linden Woods.  “I became involved in real estate development for a time,” she recalls. “I was hired by Genstar to develop Linden Woods.  The company estimated that it would take about 20 years to complete.  I got it done in two.”
She also taught hair dressing for a while. “I worked with many young Jewish brides,” she says.
Recent years have not been kind to Besse Gurevich. Her beloved husband, Jack, died in 2016 – after almost 65 years of marriage.  Older son, Richard, passed away in Vancouver in 2018 and, most recently –six months ago – younger son, Howard, followed.  She notes that there were 200 mourners at Howard’s funeral.
(Howard Gurevich was in marketing for many years before turning his talents to the art world. In recent years, he was best known for Gurevich Fine Art in the Exchange District and his support of local artists.)
Besse Gurevich celebrated her 100th birthday – which took place at the height of the Covid shutdown – quietly. 
While she used to enjoy reading. she is unable to do so any more. She can still listen to television.
And while she has few family members to visit her any more, she does have a group of friends interesting enough from the local theatre scene.  For many years, she was a close friend of the late Doreen Brownstone, one of the leading figures in theatre in Winnipeg for more than half a century.  Besse became part of the group that would visit Doreen every week and, since Doreen passed on three years ago, the members of the group have continued to visit Besse on a weekly basis.  

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Winnipeg author’s first novel gripping tale of romance, action and intrigue, set in 15th century Spain and Morocco

“The Chronos of Andalucia” author Merom Toledano

By MYRON LOVE “The Chronos of Andalucia”, a novel just released by first-time author Merom Toledano, is a historical romance set in late 15th century Spain and Morocco, filled with passion, action, intrigue, unexpected twists and turns – and, of course, with the requirement of any medieval story – a quest.
The easy-to-read, 190 page book follows the adventures of Catalina, a young woman living by her wits on the streets of Granada in the year 1487, (just after the Christian armies of Ferdinand and Isabella had recaptured all of Spain from the Moors) – while trying to evade the agents of the Inquisition, who had murdered her Jewish mother and Christian father 10 years earlier.  She was left with an insatiable desire to learn about astronomy, along with a mysterious map and an astrolabe (an instrument formerly used to make astronomical measurements) – the importance of which will only be unveiled if she can get to the city of Tangier in Morocco.
Early on, there is a reference to Abraham Zacuto, a prominent Spanish rabbi famed for his knowledge of astronomy and astrology.
The action begins when she has a casual interaction with a former Spanish soldier, Diego.  When the forces of the Inquisition approach, she flees with the soldier – who is also her love interest – and who helps her to escape.  They turn for help to a childhood friend of Catalina’s – Roberta, a nun, who helps them on their perilous  journey to Tangier – a journey that includes being captured by pirates, surviving a shipwreck, being separated for a long period of time and, of course, finding each other again and realizing the success of their joint quest.
In his writing, the author paints vivid word pictures of the different characters and beautifully invokes the colour, sights, sounds and scents of the time and the places. 
What I found truly remarkable about the writing of “The Chronos of Andalucia” is that English is not Merom  Toledano’s first language.  The Israeli-born author – he grew up near Haifa – came to Winnipeg with his young family just eight years ago.
“I have had this book in mind for several years now,” says the satellite engineer whose working career takes him to many different parts of the world. 
He notes that he has always felt a connection to Spain, Spanish music and literature – a reflection of his family’s modern origins in that country.  His great-grandparents, he relates, lived in Toledo – hence the family name, Toledano.  His parents lived in Meknes in Morocco while his father attended university in Tangier before making aliyah.
Toledano just published “The Chronos of Andalucia” in April on Amazon. He reports that the book – which is available here at McNally Robinson – has been selling well –close to 100 copies – with orders coming from a bookstore chain in England, a bookstore in Denmark, and one in Italy.
“I have had between 30 and 40 positive reviews so far,” he reports.
Toledano adds that he envisages “The Chronos of Andalucia” to be the first in a series – a la the writer Danielle Steele.  He is already working on a sequel – which is hinted at the end of “The Chronos” and, he reports, he is establishing his own independent publishing operation.        

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