With my mother, I moved from one household to another before settling in the eastern part of Finland, in the city of Kuopio.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
People in Finland have also adopted me because of my dad, and that's great, but it's the one language I can't speak.
My family actually moved a lot growing up. I really only lived in one place every five or six years, and then we'd move again. That was just for my dad's work.
I lived in Norway and Texas when I was a kid.
Growing up as a kid, we moved all over the country on a fairly frequent basis, from New Jersey to Texas, California, Illinois... we moved 21 times in my first 17 years.
I did some film reviews for small papers in Finland and things like that to be able to keep living here.
I moved to Lucerne, where I have lived happily with my family ever since.
My family moved a lot as a kid. We started in Colorado, where I lived for five years. We moved to Chicago for two years, to San Francisco for one year, Connecticut for seven, Oregon for a couple years, and then I went to school.
When I was 9, we moved to Osseo, Wis., where we owned a couple of hundred acres. My father was well respected in town.
My parents separated soon after I was born, so I left Helsinki when I was a year old. My mother took me to Paris and then other places throughout Western Europe.
My mother arrived in Brussels in 1938 from a small town near Krakow. But strangely enough, in 1942 or 1943, she was taken back to Auschwitz, which was just 30 miles from where she grew up. Her parents died there and a lot of her family.