I was born a Friday the 13th in Lausanne Switzerland in 1961. My Grand-Father (seen above third row, far left), was a seaman in a landlocked country since he worked as a mechanic on the Lac Léman steamships at the turn of the century. I must have inherited some Sailor Alex genes from my Pépé Charles. In 1970, my Mom remarried and we boarded a cruise ship to Ft. Lauderdale Florida. It would be my first Atlantic nautical crossing. From then on I became an American, attending regular American elementary school and consuming Saturday morning cartoons. I also learned that it was frowned upon to have a friend of another color when I brought home my new classmate who happened to be black. At the age of eleven, I did not understand racism nor did my parents. They got some serious grief from the neighbors and I was not allowed to bring him or any other person of color to our apartment. It was after all, the Deep South.
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