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I had a chat with my sister yesterday. She lives in Rome, and tells me that a friend of hers read about my grandmother's passport (I ha...
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There is a photo of my father in my kitchen, it shows him in the early fifties of the last century (or sometime round then), sitting amidst ... -
Hope I grew up knowing very little about my birth grandmother - not even her name - although I knew that she had been killed in the Holoca...
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