From Russia without love (by Béatrice Cale)

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It may very well be the truth, and I think indeed it is, that thanks to my mother’s consummate language skills, she escaped murderers, jails, and concentration camps. The bonus being that therefore I exist, and she lived on well into her nineties.

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