grandpa's memoirs make this abundantly clear with its talk of bestates/b, servants and advanced university educations. the men of the family were engineers - making me at least a sixth generation techno-dweeb - and apparently they were b.../b
still assume i'm at the border crossing at bsebezh/b. it's opnly much later that i realize that because of the dead end road, i actually crossed much further north at ostrov. the reason i now know this is b.../b
