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From what I can remember my last moments in Poland were very rushed and extremely stressful.

I was 13 years old and together with my family we left Poland for a better life in the Netherlands. A small bus arrived in front of our flat. A few Polish men (I already find it strange that I must describe them as Polish, of course they were, perhaps this shows my current disassociation with my homeland)…