beats me wrote:derzai wrote:i first met my bio-dad when i was 40 years old.
How did that go? I’ve never met my dad and I’m 42. I’m less interested in meeting him and more interested in finding out if I have any half siblings cause other than that I am an only child.
hai, that is quite a story. finding out about my bio family was quite an effort and with some "luck" and "coincidence" i succeeded. cant put it here in a few lines, is a story.
the man that brought me up was a farmer born 1935 couple of miles from the dutch german border. my bio-dad moved to england in 1967 where he lived for about 30 years. my biodad is/was a good friend of charles bukowski, ira cohen, peter thomas blake (the guy that did the st pepper album design, to name a few) so we are talking different worlds here.
in 1985, i was at the age of 20 i went to rotterdam to the city where i was born, to get my birth certificate in the city hall over there.
the man asked me: how old is your mother, i did a guess and said: i think she is 40. it was the day before she got 40, so the man got my birth-certificate. i remember very well, 4th of januari 1985.
my mother was born 5th of januari 1945.
you must understand, i was born with a different name that i carried during my life, and still carry. and at the time i didnt know the name with which i was born.
so that was coincidence or luck, or if you are religious in some way or the other, it was all organized from "above". what i think.
once i had her name things start rolling and i found my grandmother. i got a halfsister here in amsterdam, a halfbrother in thailand, a halfbrother and a halfsister in england, and then there is my adoptive sister with which i was brought up.
but my grandmother didnt know my biodads name.
and the man that was married to my biomum didnt want to give his name, and my biomum didnt want to see me.
and then for some reason my biodad started to look for me, and (also with luck and coincidence) he found me.
eventually i rejected them all.
but the story is still there.
as soon as my mum that brought me up has died i will write it all down, in some roman a clef form.
oh yeh, my biomum is a kid from my grandmother and a jewish refugee, the man she was married to (a dutch) was in germany while working for the nazis.
dont get me wrong, he wasnt working for the nazis, he was put on transport there to work as a slave for todt or speer.
as many other dutch man at the time.
picture of me.