I was born in France where Mum is from, but my Father was born in « Yugoslavia » (there’s no way I could legitimate this freak of a country). As he was a poet and journalist, he got tricked into getting back there from France a few months after I was born. He was sent in Gulag for insulting « Tovaritch Tito » with a poem. He came back weighing half as much as I was about 6. He swore he would end his second hunger only outside of this communist shithole and he did. I grew in a poor family and without a Dad when I would have needed him most. Instead, was mostly interacting with a delicious Lady born in 1897 who was never allowed to marry because her older sister passed when she wasn’t even a teen: the General R. Had to have a sister to serve him.

Story of my life.