Today I go to a big barmitzvah party. Mission if I choose to accept it, is to link up with all sorts of people who can tell me more about my parents and what it was like growing up in Bulgaria during the second world war as Jews.
You see few people know that almost all of Bulgaria's 50,000 jews survived the war despite living in a country which was an ally of Hitler. That was thanks to a few members of parliament, the orthodox priesthood, and the Bulgarian people. So my aim is to question a few of the older generation and ask them a bit more. The miracle is that I'm here really. It might also be a bit of a miracle to get through the day without being asked why don't I get a husband, but that's another story. here go the canapes and wine...
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