I can remember a story of my grandma (she was 22 when the war ended, and had blue eyes and blond hair). During her escape as a refugee from Danzig-area on her way, there was a rumor about closing troops west. The people said they had a star on their vehicles. She asked: "A red one or a white one?" They said: "A white one" Her answer: "Thank god! We are safe!"
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