Great post. My father was basically a refugee in Europe for the first 10 years of his life (1911-21) running from the Cossacks and various armies (ironically the Germans saved his family during WW1), but he used to say he had his mother and her family and despite everything that was all that mattered. (His father had left for Canada before he was born and for various reasons they couldn't join him, so my Dad didn't meet his dad until he was 10!)