“ I have been waiting to share this my entire life, or rather it seems that my life has been lived in order to share this.
Born the hybrid of enemies/cultures/language/political, the daughter of Hungarian Resistance fighter athlete choirboy who spoke from a number of languages, had lost both his parents before he was 10 yrs, was a prisoner of war, and who seemed to be ‘undercover’ his entire time with us, and Victorian England raised British military ex-servicewoman (acting Sergent Major) turned teacher-librarian, I was born to write a study into the Human Being.
My parents existed together, and lived by the book, or so it would ‘seem to be’. But which book? They were on the shelves in the house these books. I have many more of them in my collection now.
Born into abject cruelly, my mother made the novels of Dickens pale into insignificance, though they were a strength and companionship to me. Reading was one of the few things I was allowed to do as a child.
I was born into a curiosity of “What Is The Point? How Could This Be? What Is This God Idea Then? There Mustn’t Be One! But I’ve Just Been Born! Why Am I Alive? and What Is The Meaning To It All?”
Not permitted to speak or make a sound, and ordered to remain still in uncomfortable sitting positions for extended periods, gave me opportunity to listen and observe everything, and I became very good at it. Not much escaped my notice as I studied closely the members of my own family with the view to interpret. ” : )