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Small margins run as a theme in our family. 2024 is the 80th anniversary of my father being smuggled out of the Munkács ghetto in what is today Ukraine. In April 1944, my infant father was herded, along with the rest of the Jewish population of the town and surrounding countryside, into the crowded, squalid ghetto, with thousands jammed into barely more than a handful of city blocks. But on 5 May 1944, a Christian woman pretending to be his mother spirited him out, just days before over 28,000 people— including, unfortunately, many members of my own family—were put on trains to Auschwitz, never to return. Small margins, Madam Chair; small margins and the kindness of strangers.