I am born

I was having a prolonged chat with my sister on facebook and she said " write your memoirs" So I will, Her name is Susan Scharf or Hooper and is responsible for this litany of  drivel.

I am born.

OK not an original opening. But I was born in the early hours of February the 15th in a small German town called Detmold.
http://www.stadtdetmold.de/3683.0.html?&no_cache=1&L=2

Its main claim to fame is having a statue called Hermannsdenkmal (Herman's Memorial)
           Here is Herman (Also an Uncle's name)

You can walk up to a gallery just below his feet and gaze up. A bit of Teutonic bragging.

My name is,........ well actually I have two names. The first one is Peter Robert Scharf .Now this is because my Oma (Grandmother) registered the birth and not being able to speak English didn't know how to spell Hooper, so she thought Ach Scheiße !  Scharf is good enough for us it's good enough for him. My Dad however did know how to spell Hooper, it's his name too. So he registered me at the British Consulate as Peter Hooper leaving out the Robert.


I was less than two weeks old and was already suffering from an identity crisis. This was not helped by my family history.

My grandparents spent 6 years of their lives (1939-1945) trying to kill the other ones. My English Grand Dad worked at Rolls Royce well known for making the engines for the bombers paying nocturnal vists to Germany. My Opa (German Grand Dad)  worked in armaments trying to destroy the Englanders. 


Since the age of 21 (traditional adulthood) I have lived in Singapore for 17 years the largest part of my adult life. I still use chopsticks to cook (especially scrambled eggs) 


I have been adopted by a Bahraini family in Bahrain (where else) which is why I am now living in the middle east





I am explaing this as it may cast the gauze of understanding upon the readers of my future blogs as to why I am so confused about life, the Universe and........ everything.


More to come !!!!