The author first saw the light on January 6, 1935, half Jewish, half gentile, during the glory days of the Third Reich, in a small Paris hospital within walking distance of the Eiffel tower. It was a hard birth but he was evidently not the worse for wear. There is a photograph that has informed the author's life’s narrative; a beautiful shot, taken from slightly above, showing the back of his head on his mother’s bare breasts as she appeared to feed him. Unfortunately, it seems that this image was just that: an image, a photo-op. The author mentioned that Eric Berne’s theory involved the proposition that people’s lives were programmed in early life by a dramatic script which people read from, as on a stage. This overarching life narrative is “decided” early in life and is fueled, maintained, kept alive by daily, dysfunctional, transactional sequences he called games. These interpersonal games keep the script alive and moving forward.