Biographical work has no beginning and no end. It can start at birth, but it also goes back to ones parents and grandparents. One's roots. My story is linked to the Holocaust, the story of my own life is triggered by the loss of my mother at birth. In Paris.
Paris has this feeling for me of loss, combined with a feeling of longing. For a joyful 'Normal' life.
Had my mother woken up with her baby sucking on her breast. had we moved later to America as my parents planned to do.
Had she lived. Would my father live longer, past 50? Would my brother live past 50? What would our lives look like.