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These seemingly unconnected people are my great grandparents. The only genuine fact that I know about the one on the left is that she was German. The relevant fact about the one on the right is that his father was prosecuted by the communist regime. He fought at WWII and went all the way to Berlin and was there on the Victory day. He was brave and got a medal for it. 

From the perspective of the world I live in today, something he has done was indeed very brave. 

Their story does not exist. Years have I spent wondering, what is it, this story? What has happened to her family, to her language, her identity? How did they meet? How did they make it work?! She has become someone else over the years, and I EXIST. 3 generations later, I exist. And this IS the story.