In 1942, in Brno, my father's family hid a man in the rabbit hutch for a week, until he could be moved. That's all I know of the story, and now it's all I'll ever know. With no one to check me, error will spread like weeds. Which is how the past is transmuted into fiction, and then the fool's gold of history.
--Mark Slouka
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