When Marshal Tito was a boy, he and his six brothers and sisters lived in two rooms. "Often there was not enough bread," he wrote later. "One feast day our parents went somewhere . . . We were hungry. Up in a garret hung a smoked pig's head we were keeping for the New Year. My brothers and sisters were crying, so I brought the head down and dropped it into a pan of boiling water. I added a bit of flour and cooked it for an hour or two. What a feast we had! But the meal was so...
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