Refugee Stories of Today, the Same Stories

My dad had helped somebody from belgium in the camps. And that man gave him a name and a false address as basically said, come to belgium. So they arrived like that to belgian where they had a permit to stay for three months. Then they were supposed to be despatched in a number of other countries which who, at the time, were willing to take the jewish refugees. And they decided to stay. They stayed another five years as illegal refugees inBelgium. It's quite remarkable how what i grew up with the story is my first pass which was a stateless passport. I think that the relevance of the story is not so much about