Yeah, I had one. It was a German terrorist who died 34 years ago. I didn’t even notice a resemblence until my father picked up an unlabled picture of her and asked me “Is that you?”
Might explain why the German exchange student I roomed with in the early 80’s was frightened of me for no apparent reason.
I saw my double getting his hair cut, looking in the barbershop window. I stopped walking, gave a long look, and continued on my way. I thought to myself, “what a lucky bastard!”
