Today we are offered information like never before. At the click of a mouse we can purchase the latest computer hardware and software, order our weekly groceries, to be delivered to the door. Even more impressive we can now retrieve records of the Uncle Frank we never before knew existed.
Genealogy, for most is ingrained within our fabric. The need to know where we come from as never become greater.
No more can I ever claim to be the age old slayer of giants to my young audience, nor will I ever be again the fighter of demons.
Alas now genealogy has put paid to such claims. Census records, readily available, at little cost, detail the true origins of our birth. Whether we are of true blue blood origins, or the misfortunate product of a bygone shame, the records are now for all to see.
Just imagine now, if no records of our existence survived. As we turn around to face the high noon of the sun, no shadow will ever be cast to remind us we are truly alive and always were.
DISPLACED tells of such a search of no recordable beginning. Originally penned In Search of the Displaced Persons the story strives to uncover the shrouded blanket, kept in secret for over sixty years, of my own grandfathers life before his appearance in England in 1947. Yugoslavia's bloody and violent times of her past are revisited within my own travels of my modern day quest of understanding.