Stranger than fiction?

If a book told about the male half of a pair of beautiful Jewish twins, flamenco dancers, who after his sister's death in the Shoah dressed up as her, sewing dresses and, with the help of an old German fan, becomes an assassin in the Jewish resistance, you'd say the author was being fanciful. Especially if they went on to describe the way the man assumed his sister's stage name and performed for years as Dolores, though he failed to teach Elvis Presley how to use the castanets ("Lovely man, but they just weren't for him.") Now he's ninety years old and fixing watches, aiding people with telling real gold from fake, helping crippled pigeons and yes, flamenco dancing in a new dress.

Sylvin Rubinstein. Something about this story touches me. I need to track down that documentary of his life.

And some in fire

The church I was christened in partly burned down today. (Link: photo gallery of the blaze in progress.)

I hear they rescued the collection of old clocks. I haven't heard about the carillion.

A strange day, today.