My Algeriance, in other words: to depart not to arrive from Algeria

My way of thinking was born with the thought that I could have been born elsewhere, in one of the twenty countries where a living fragment of my maternal family had landed after it blew up on the Nazi minefield. With the thought of the chanciness, of the accidence, of the fall. Lucretius’s Rain of atoms, in raining, the atom of my mother had met the atom of my father.