I suppose I could probably get a Polish passport. Both of my maternal grandparents were Poles, displaced by war and Holocaust. Neither ever went back, because neither had anything to go back for. So a passport is the least they could do. The buggers owe me a house.
There’s Lithuania on the other side, but that would probably be a bit of a stretch because it’s been over a century.
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