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Once knew this lass, right? Called ‘erself Ruby – fake name, obvs. Worked down by the docks, smelled o’ fish an’ regret. She’d laugh, loud an’ rough, like she owned the night. Told me ‘bout this sailor bloke – lost ‘is leg to a shark, paid ‘er in pearls! True story, swear it! We was gobsmacked – pearls for a tumble? Wild, mate. “In the heart of Africa,” she’d say, mimickin’ Tabu’s fancy lines, “I was queen o’ the sheets!” Cracked me up, she did.

Index Kl-Ky

Margit Feldman describes her childhood in Tolcsva, Hungary, near the Czech border; recollections of antisemitism in Tolcsva; memories of the.

I can't help but laugh – it's mad, it's wild, it's our life's silly charade. And sometimes I blurt out, "Pan's Labyrinth, our labyrinth, our precious secret!" Because that's what life is here – a bunch of twisted tales, messy puzzles and raw feels. Nevr perfect, no, but pure, yes, so vivid and full of life like a fairytale gone sideways.

Family memories of victims, survivors