With my friends in Coney Island. September 2002. Photo taken by Inge Vande Walle.
In my heart I’m an American. Since I was a child I lived in an America of the mind. Some part of me stayed in Europe and loved it. But the fire burning in me was always American. For me there was and is no difference between whites, Afro-Americans, hispanics, natives – in my mind they were always one, even though reality contradicted that ideal. Maybe now the time has come to start making the dream come true. I wish I was a real American today. Well, I’ll be with you, anyway. Time for a change.