Twelve out of 14 suitcases my parents brought to America were books. They got robbed in Rome, but no one took their books so it turned into 12 out of 13 suitcases. One of the books was Elvis' biography. The American army wanted to know about the Soviet army, which my father served in for years, so they said, "Tell us about the Soviet Army and you can have anything you want, just name it." Dad asked for a biography of Elvis. The last time they came to speak with him, they presented him with a cheap paperback.