I keep thinking of this and is amuses me no end. Maybe it won't you, but never mind.
I was listening to a podcast of a Jewish author being interviewed who had written a supposed novel, but it was almost autobiographical. He was talking about the book and I think it was his father he was referring to.
You probably have to know a bit about Jewish settlement in Melbourne to really appreciate it, but he said about his father, and I can't remember it verbatim, he was one of the few "holocaust survivors" who had never left Rathdowne Street.
Who said you need a picture to paint a thousand words.