Call Me Chameleon

The selective memory of a kaleidoscopic-eyed globetrotter, from age 3 to this day

1920's

Papatchi (father) at 16, sailing to the Congo.

1922

Mamica (left) and sister Lucia.

1930’s

Mamica (mother), last sitting, with family & friends in Rhodesia (Zimbabwe).

1930's

Mamica, 17 years old, in Beira, Mozambique.

1930's

Two adventurers motorcycling through the Congo.

1930's

Mamica’s family in Salisbury – she stands first on the left.

late 1930's

Mamica in Beira (Mozambique) when she was 17: Hello everyone, I’m in fabulous Beira again.

1937

Mamica in Beira, Mozambique.

1942

Mamica and Papatchi in Kamina, Congo.

1942

Mamica and Papatchi in the Congo bush with friend’s children.

1942

Elisabethville / Lubumbashi (Congo), my parent’s wedding.

1944

My parents with me in Cape Town, South Africa.

1944

Albert in the Congo at 1 year old on a leopard spread.

1944

with Mamica in Salisbury (Harare, Zimbabwe).

1944

Mamica in 1944.

1946

Albert, baby Rachel and their parents in Jadotville / Likasi (Congo).

1949

my parents and my sisters in Elisabethville (Lubumbashi, Congo).

Paris 1950

Papatchi first left, Mamica, third left & couple friends.

1950

with my violin teacher in Elisabethville, Congo.

1950

At the zoo in Elisabethville with my classmates.

Early 1950's

with Mamica in Durban, South Africa.

Early 1950's

Mamica’s extended family with Grandpa (center) at Salisbury airport.

Mid 1950’s

Mamica with my sister Rachel in Durban, South Africa.

1951

Mamica with my sisters in Salisbury.

1953

Mamica and her 3 children in Durban, South Africa.

1953

Mamica in Durban, South Africa.

1956

Muranvya, Ruanda-Urundi, at the Kingʼs feast.

1957

Two Congolese models hired by my father.

1957

Village in Kivu (DR Congo).

1958

Usumbura, my sister Shelly running in front of our house

1957

Mamica in Usumbura.

1957

Mamica in Usumbura.

1957

Mamica in Nairobi, Kenya.

1957

Congolese and Burundian staff, Usumbura

1957

Terrace of our house, Usumbura.

1957

Mamica and Papatchi in Bukavu, on the shores of lake Kivu, Congo.

1957

With our family car, Usumbura.

1958

My parents (center), with friends, in Usumbura (Burundi).

1958

Mamica taking the plane.

1958

Usumbura, interracial sport at All Burp’s school, from his African novel Princes and Gods.

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