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.
Can't we just leave our mythical prelapsarian past behind. Evidently not at The Starwhen the world was good and its center was to be found in Canada. Yick.
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