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meika loofs samorzewski's avatar

My father who was born to Polish parents in Germany towards the end of the war, grew up in the Ruhr and was apprenticed as an electrician. He moved to Australia in about 1960. He told me once that because of the war and the removal of factories to Britain etc that he was trained on the newest and best equipment, but when he got to Australia he was working with ancient plant that he was asked to maintain (he was more of a mechanic by bent) like the ice cream factory where he met my mother. "So old," he said, "so old."

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