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Imagine you're eight years old and you're living in a foreign country. Panama, to be exact. Your grandfather sends your parents all manner of U.S. movies and television series, including V, V: The Final Battle and V: The Series. You love it, all of it, and remember strange things about the tapes, including a television commercial in which a truck is advertised for $5,999. (Those were the days...) You don't rightly understand what's going on with the Starchild character of Elizabeth, but you like her and think she should get together with Kyle Bates, the exceedingly handsome young man who's interested in her. Then the series is cancelled and Elizabeth leaves Kyle for the Visitors' Leader! Horror! Trauma! Evil! Degradation of the human spirit! Arrrggghhh! The first time I was ever moved to make up a story was watching this television series. I was unsatisfied. The fire was lit in my belly and I never looked back... Let us close with the words of Abraham Bernstein:
Your mother, auv shalom... your mother didn't have a heart attack in the boxcar. She made it with me, to the camp.
I can still see her, standing naked in the freezing cold. Her beautiful black hair was gone. They'd shaved her head.
I can still see her waving to me, as they marched her off with the others to the showers - the showers with no water.
Perhaps, if somebody had given us a place to hide... don't you see, Stanley?
They have to stay. Or else, we haven't learned a thing!
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