Live people for a change

I really should stop posting drunk.

Uncle Yefim (my maternal grandfather's brother) went to visit his parents in Senno in June 1941. His sister Genya was there already with her little boys Osya and Misha. When the war started he promptly sold most of his parents' property for a horse, loaded the whole family onto the horse, and together they rode off into sunset, oops, I mean into the sunrise until they were far inland and the Germans were far away. They all survived the war.

In the unlikely event that any Germans are reading this, please appreciate the irony: little Misha who rode so fast and far to escape your ancestors has now become one of you.

The world is strange.