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So talking about those grandparents, this is what I am made of.
A refugee grandma who came by boat over the Aegean fleeing the 1922 war in Asia Minor. Nine-year-old girl who didn’t speak any Greek. She marries my grandfather, some kind of Casablanca Rick’s café guy, his casino set on fire twice by corrupt policemen during the WWII Nazi occupation.

His father and uncles had fled the mountains after a crime of honor, “don’t mess with my sister� thing. They flee the village after the crime, and...