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  • My mother was Belgian. Once during WWII she was traveling with my grandmother and aunt. The Nazis stopped their train. Cattle cars stood filled with people on the adjacent track. The Nazis told my grandmother they “looked” Jewish and demanded to see their passports. But when they saw my grandmother's name, they concluded she couldn’t possibly be and let them go back to their seats. All because of a name she shared with a German Goddess.

    But for that name I would probably not be here.
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