The other week when I was out canvassing, this (initially suspicious) (a bit heavyset) (Slavic-looking) (dyed blonde hair) (white) woman with a bit of makeup and a few tatts answered the door, and after we talked for just a bit, we ended up hitting it off a ton and we ended up talking for like twenty minutes or so.
As it turns out, her family were Russians from Kiev who fled during WWI, and on top of that her grandmother was illegal since she took someone else's papers in order to get into the country since the photos on the passport looked decently enough like her to get her through Ellis Island.
"She was always 'Olga' from then on" the woman was like. "After that, she never used her real name again, and she would never tell anyone, not even her husband."
She then said she has a ton of sympathy for other immigrants now, since people do what they have to do.
She also said that in the (gang-heavy) (Latino) neighborhood abutting the neighborhood where she lives, there's someone with an AK47 who keeps using it for crimes, but the cops can't find out who it is.
She also also said that once she was in the big grocery store there that has a name like "Pick 'n' Save," and this (older) (white) woman stopped her and was like, "You have so many tattoos, I just have one," and then that (older) (white) woman rolled up her sleeve and showed her a number from the concentration camps.
"That's the only Holocaust survivor I ever met," she was like
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