丛林小子

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Moscow to Beijing， a Summer of 1973

MOSCOW

I was born in Bern–Switzerland. It was the mid-70’s， a time when cold war was at its height. New York City was still a mad city， with Star Wars on the screens and Apple in the garage. Unlike usual beliefs that Swiss were all born in golden cribs， my family was from a rather humble background； my grandfather was a train driver and my dad a self-made man. It was probably my mother’s side that infused me with an artistic nature. My father worked his entire career for Swissair （Swiss Airlines） and early on was sent abroad for management positions around the globe. This was how I became“un enfant du voyage” – a globetrotter’s kid. My favorite part is to believe that 1972 & 1973 played an essential role on my birth date （1rst of May） and destiny– while posted in Moscow - Russia， my parents visited Beijing - China.

GHANA 1976-1980

ACCRA

I guess most children don’t remember their toddler years， but for me Ghana imprinted vivid memories like a bed time fairytale. I remember the big old planes hanging in the halls of the Zurich airport and the airplanes hazy views from the windows in the hall of the airport vaccination departmet where oversized syringes awaited us for all kinds of vaccines we had to take every year. I remember the very cool moments on flight： the premium food plateaux， the then charming hostesses， Lego boxes and wooden toys！ Flying was then fun！ …but long … You could still feel the planet was a huge place to travel and to be discovered.

At the time west Africa was a great place to be. “The Golden Coast” was true to its meaning， Ghana was living a peaceful time and fairly harmonious relations with foreigners. I remember the many small villages and tribes– each with their dialect and proud colors. I remember my parents friends having a lot of cross cultural marriages. It seemed to me like a big friendly planet.

My years in Accra were fantastic. We lived in a compound made of two storage apartments， most surrounded by expats but also well-doing Ghanaian and Arabic indigenous. We had a big red dirt tennis court in its middle and a lush tropical park. The back of the compound had a local village where our parents advised us not to venture； Stories came from time to time such as family cat disappearing in the cooking pan of the local medicine man.

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