I am the son of an English and Welsh father and of a Salvadorian mother. I was born in El Salvador by chance because had I been conceived a month or so later I would have come to the world in Colombia. I have lived in seven different countries in my life. All these countries have formed and shaped the person that I am. I speak four languages pretty much as a native…and I can wangle another two, for now. In the not too distant future I plan to command them as I do the other four. I was mostly educated in the British system and I am proud of my Anglo-Saxon genes. I am equally proud of my latin/hispanic genes that resonate just as strongly within me. I haven’t got a single drop of Portuguese blood in me and yet I love Portugal and its culture as if I was nothing but a native. The truth be told; I think I love Portugal more than any other place in the world and I would gladly become Portuguese if they would have me. Challenge me in French and eventually you will figure out I’m not Gallic….but it will take you a while. Spain has been my home for the last twelve years and I have come to love its colour, its depth and its diversity. My better half is Catalan from the toes up….from countless generations back. I am exposed to the uniqueness of Catalan culture day in and day out. I was once married to a Dominican whose culture I absorbed with relish. I have always loved Italy and so much of what it represents…..I could go on…. My point is that my flesh and bones are the vehicle for a cultural circus of many rings… and I’m proud of that. I would never want to be owned by a single culture. I’d rather that these many cultures let me borrow a bit from each and allow me to construct the edifice within me with countless different facets. I pray to God that we move forward, as humans, with humanity and in a spirit of tolerance and inclusion. The reverse course for us is oblivion.