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  • My grand father was a prisoner of war.
    He peeled potatoes near Szczecin for 5 years.

    It is actually the most vivid image I have of him, this picture, in the camp, where he's peeling potatoes with fellow prisonners.

    I "captured" these images... It had never occurred to me that someone might have a peeling-potatoe grand-dad...
    Suddenly, the absurdity of it all seemed even bigger: her Polish grand-father was peeling potatoes in Germany, while my French grand-father was doing the same in Poland....
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