|So, this is my "family" page. Like I mentioned earlier, I'm the middle child in a brood of 5, and I'm 1/2 Czech and 1/2 Peruvian. "How the HELL did that happen?", you ask? Well, I ponder the same thing sometimes. Let me first give you some background ....|
|My father grew up in Czechoslovakia and escaped in his mid-twenties, when the communists decided to "save" the country through invasion and brute force. He ended up in New York City (U.S.A) and struggled, scrimped, and saved in order to survive. He eventually made it out to Los Angeles, California (U.S.A), where he met my mom, I believe through mutual friends (details are sketchy). As fate would have it, he spoke nearly fluent Spanish, thus being able to communicate with her.
My mother was born an draised in the Andes mountains of Peru, in a dinky little village called Contumaza. She claims she always dreamed of traveling, and thanks to some money her older brother lent her, she flew to Seattle, Washington (U.S.A.) when she was in her early twenties. She worked as a nanny for a few wealthy families while learning English and saving her money. She decided to relocate to Los Angeles, because there was a relative there persuading her to do so. So, my parents met at a social function or something, sparks flew, yadda-yadda-yadda, and one-by-one, out popped 5 youngin's. By this time, the family had moved to Northern California.
As a kid I was self conscious of my unusual name and background. Adolescence was no fun. I felt out of place and very much a "wierdo" around my peers.
Now-a-days I feel quite the opposite regarding my background. I'm proud of my unique background and realize how fortunate I am to speak Spanish fluently (unfortunately, I was never taught Czech). Now I take it as a compliment to be considered wierd; there are enough boring people in this world!
|I have three brothers and one sister.|
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