is truth really truth? what is truth, whose truth? we were here and we were there. Truth is a GI who raped my Hungarian mother, no blonde german maiden, black hair, black eyes, darker complexion, on her way from work. He went back to his small town and was feted a great hero! Told the town it was very hard fighting over there!! He had gone round Europe raping women, his whole company knew, there were two of them they said, but his word was taken as truth. My bother, also dark haired, was murdered in the fifties, constantly, slowly, bit by bit, in an East german town by relatives and town's people, alone and helpless, had to drop his trousers at school, had parts of his testicles ripped off by four nazi youths at ten years old. I no longer believe in truth, till I personally check it out, and those over there, who have never left their shores try to make big statements about the truth. There is no truth there, only individual bias. But one to chuckle at, mum was carrying me, two GI's wanted to, she said to them: well at least hold the baby! they were so surprised, the went away laughing.. and another time, a Russian grabbed her in Poszon, soon after the 'liberation'. He had got as far as dragging her knickers off, when a class of school children and their teachers came round the corner. He ran.