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My American story started when…
My American story started whenI was born in the Big Apple. But before this "American story" I suppose mine was an Earthly and cosmic story. I digress into stardust and recognize my origins. As in early early toddler hood or babyhood infancy I did. I did. I shall revisit this. I shall.My mother was Greek and my father was Serbian. We knew it as Yugoslavian growing up, but then there was the break up of Yugoslavia. I love studying history and what makes up all us crazy human beings. We come from the best we come from the worst. We've done good we've done terrible. We are both and we are. That is why I prefer the cosmic dust no dust. The cosmic clutter of spaciousness and non-clutter. It was unfathomable to me as an infant toddler, where I'd come from, where I was now, in the crib. Born in NY