I was born in 1910, in Paris. My father was a gentle, easy-going person, a salad of racial genes: a Swiss citizen, of mixed French and Austrian descent, with a dash of the Danube in his veins.
It's the Cimabue of course, and my personal favourite, and I suppose it's rather a banal observation following the transformation of the women in white from driven snow through come up and see me sometime on to friends with JFK, but I still find it remarkable. I have deliberately left out the material girl (though own more than a few records by her) because of her, unlike the others, very materiality.
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