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When I arrived last week in the town where my father was born, in the Sudeten region of the Czech Republic, I shivered. When I saw the sign at the entrance to the town I even thought of getting out of the car and kissing the ground. The hours I spent later in the town, whose name accompanied my childhood as a dull echo, caused emotional turmoil. Suddenly I discovered that some of my roots are there, in the remote...