.... my father, a clandestine communist around lodz, in poland, who had met my mother in prison, decided to go to spain to fight alongside the republicans, in 1936 .... .......................................................... all this i learnt after their death, around 1975 (they were not the speaking kind) thanks to jacqueline kremski, my mother's only friend and confident ...
what is fiction, i wonder ...? ..... THIS is fiction, to me anyway, trying to imagine my very special birth in gürs, while fred astaire was singing this glorious drunkard song
LE JUIF DE LASCAUX might be this story's first and last screen adaptation
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