I was there! I was born in Breslau in 1927. At the time the Russion army surrounded Breslau, we were unable to escape to the West and therefore somehow we made it through all this turmoil. In October 1945 a very kind Polish schoolteacher told us gently to leave because Breslau was now Polish territory. Well, we accepted that and left via russian truck to what we thought Cottbus near Berlin. Make a long story short, my mother, sister and I never carried any grudge against the Polish people. We were so glad to finally have gotten rid of Hitler and the whole miserable gang of Nazis, that almost any sacrifice was worth it. When WW2 broke out, my mother cried and when I asked her why she replied that she was crying for all the mothers of every country that would lose their sons. 
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