Well I said I'd come back and tell my mum's story...
My mum was born in April 1944 in Lithuania. At the time, she was the youngest of 4 children and she was a very sick baby who was not expected to live. Because she was so sick, her 2 year old brother was being looked after by his grandparents so my mum could be taken care of. War broke out in the town and everyone had to escape immediately. Once my mum's parents and the two eldest children had reached safety out of the town, my mum's dad went to the village to get my uncle (the 2 year old) but he was told the village was burnt down and that nobody survived, so they had to keep going to get to safety. There was a mass exodus of people out of the country. My mother's parents WALKED with 2 small children and a baby from Lithuania to Germany. A journey that was well over 1000km. Upon arrival in Germany, my mum and her parents and brother and sister stayed in a refugee camp for 5 years and in 1949, boarded a boat that came to Australia. My mum is one of ten children. Some of my aunties and uncles were born in the refugee camp, and some were born here.
After 12 years, my mum's mum heard that the 2 year old had survived. My uncle still lives in Lithuania to this day. He's been to Australia twice, and I've been to Lithuania to visit him and my cousins.
The issue of asylum seekers and refugees is one very close to my heart.