About 35 years ago I was in a cab and started talking to the driver. He told me a story about how he and his wife were born in the same house a couple of years apart. It was a different country by the time she was born. Austria or Czechoslovakia, can’t remember. His parents sold the house to her (future) parents and then moved to Brooklyn. Wife was born, then her family some years later also moved to Brooklyn, where the man met his future wife for the first time.