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BIG EDIT:
A cheque from my insurance is in the mail!! It's almost enough to cover the cost of replacing the camera. I'm relieved.



Edit again:
Why don't we have the Do It Yourself Network??


Edit: HA! Doggies WIN!




They say girls pick guys who are like their fathers. Have I taken that too far, you think?



My Dad started off as a good Communist lad, preparing for the May Day March.


1956 and there are still ruins from WWII.


I guess they wanted to be ready for another war.


My dad was a dj (and sometimes stand-in musician) at a hip nightclub in Poland. He knew the Polish equivalent of the Beatles!


Here he is wooin' the ladies.


And then my mom.


C'mon...he's cool!


He partied. Hard.


Then he became the leader of a Columbian drug cartel.


He fled to Germany! (Not really...but my parents did get married there.)


My mom in East Berlin.


Then in the West...I'm now in the belly.




And then me.




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