I’m truly blessed. As the youngest of six children, growing up in a modest neighborhood in Montevideo, Uruguay, during the 1960s, I dreamed of one day being able to explore the world. That dream definitely came true.
Most people would’ve predicted that my life would be lived in the Uruguayan capital of my birth. Our parents, who were everything to us, had passed away too soon. My father died in 1961 and my mother only a year later, leaving three girls and three boys alone to take care of themselves. I was a month shy of my fourth birthday when my mother died, but my oldest sister was 25. She and my two other sisters, the oldest in the family, raised the three boys. It would seem like I had a very sad childhood, but my oldest sister was like a mother to me, and it was exciting growing up with all those siblings.
As a child, I used to daydream about being an airline pilot or an astronaut. The sixties were the time of space exploration. It was also a time of Cold War tensions around the world. Even though I lived in South America, I paid attention to European news. And Berlin was always in the news. This city had played a central role in two world wars and now, in the communist era, it was still in the headlines because of the wall that had bisected the city since 1961. Read More