The first was a young East German who swam to freedom in early winter – he was like a big brother to me , as I was only about ten y.o. when he arrived – and stayed until his death in a freak accident at age 23 . Then in ’56 several Hungarian Freedom Fighters came to live with us . To say there were some interesting personal experiences told over dinner in both cases would be an understatement .
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