I was born
under a wandering star in Paris when it was under German administration, from a Belgian mother & a German father, in January 1943. In autum 1944 we went to hide in the Vallée de Chevreuse
(close to Paris) and a little time later, the Paris administration was handed back to la Françe & Germany lost the war. We were in French soil & having a french speaking Belgian mother, my first language became
French oh lalá, but since we were considered criminals/collaborateurs/hostages, I did not communicate much with other people: we were the occasion for others to earn good money!! when there were no jobs & everyone else was starving..
In 1948, Spain & Françe re-opened their border and that was the occasion for us to cross it, and we became
refugees of war as a french family. So French was still my first language & instead of learning German, I learned Castillian & went to school for learning how to write, in that language's gramaticals. Years later
(1958) I was living in México, but could not stand a nasty
(nastier than WW II for me!) separation between my Belgian mother & my German father, so I sawm the Río Bravo
(Río Grande for texans) to get to my sister home in Texas, married to a New Yorker
(of jew religion). They gave me shelter, and instead of learning German
(my passport sended from México said I was German: but being unable to descipher that lingo, for me it was a question of faith), I learned
english "american" with a chewing gum accent. After finisghing High School I decided to live in México, not such a calvinist nor macarthurian society. Also, any blondy with blue eyes is KiNG in México!! Not fair but being to my advantage, I do not critizice. It improoved my Castillian but did nothing for my Germanic language ignorance.
Then the
Fourth Reich United Europe happened: for a new
"REiSEPASS" (maybe that can be swallowed with choucrute) Passport I needed and the
Deutsche Botschaft German embassy decided I had to learn
German & sing the
Deutschland über alles. Now, when I dare to sing in my shower
(even in french) the mosaic of the walls loosens & falls, creating quite a mess: my harmonics must be either
teutonics or
tectonics!! It was much simpler to become MEXiCAN: I speak the lingo, my new family is mexican, my belgian mother & German father are buried in México, and I sing
Mexicanos al grito de guerra since I was in Secondary School!! And no need of ANY EMBASSY in mexican soil.
I expose all this with a mexican sense of humor: I do not intend to offend anyone, if so let me know & I will erase the offending sentence. It is my Point of View only, I do not believe in politics nor take any sides & respect all religions. BUT you can imagine
my problems with THREE LANGUAGES!!
(if "american" can be considered a language, of course!).
Jean
