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Given by the French police to the Nazis, my grand-father ended in the camps. Although not persecuted, my father could never escape his own father's destiny. To find a way out of the curse, I had to visit my father's house in the Caribbean and realize that it was not meant for me.

Given by the French police to the Nazis, my grand-father ended in the camps. Although not persecuted, my father could never escape his own father's destiny. To find a way out of the curse, I had to visit my father's house in the Caribbean and realize that it was not meant for me.

Did I greatly overestimate the man and his ideas? Maybe, but I was not the only one, far from it.

If you ask: How a Frenchman without any degree to teach English became an English Professor in the largest university in America? see here: The Unending Interview. If you ask: How a Jew thinking of himself as very Liberal realized he was as antisemitic as they come, see 5F/The Misunderstanding. Now, if you want to know why I left the most pleasant and generous France where I was born and raised? consult: Dead-Ends/My Life in France.

Nonfiction is a form of literature that lies halfway between fiction and fact. Scott F. Fitzgerald

There are 8 related stories in this book. They all respond to the question: How could I ever leave a pleasant and generous France, the country where I was born and raised? Now if you ask: Did I ever regret it? Please consult my book "Return to the Unknown," also published on Amazon.

Left to themselves, humans 1.0 will not find a way to solve their mounting conflicts in the face of natural catastrophes. For better and for worse, they'll succumb to humans 2.0.

One day, I received a large manila envelope with papers detailing some property left vacant by a great aunt of mine I had never heard about. I was, according to the sender, her “sole beneficiary.” She had died in the 1970s in Lima, Peru; we were in 2012, and I was in New York City. For forty years, two apartments, furniture, things... documents detailing her life, perhaps, had been left unoccupied, unused, and unread in a capital of South America. Señorita Rosa Roussetzki had no other descendant alive, no family anywhere except for me, Rémy Roussetzki.