“The story of my birth was a well-kept family secret. An autobiographical piece I once published struck my favorite aunt with the karmic relevance of my own beginnings. It was then she shared this secret with me. But long before I left childhood, I was already convinced that the day I was born in 1963 was the unluckiest day in the history of the world and I the world’s unluckiest soul.”
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