1.0Jef le Saltimbanquehttps://jef-le-saltimbanque.com/en/JJ ANEYOTA alias Jef le Saltimbanquehttps://jef-le-saltimbanque.com/en/author/lesaltimbanque/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="mKN21zoj7x"><a href="https://jef-le-saltimbanque.com/en/2025/11/02/souvenirs-et-traumas-denfance/">Souvenirs et traumas d’enfance</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://jef-le-saltimbanque.com/en/2025/11/02/souvenirs-et-traumas-denfance/embed/#?secret=mKN21zoj7x" width="600" height="338" title="“Souvenirs et traumas d’enfance” — Jef le Saltimbanque" data-secret="mKN21zoj7x" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://jef-le-saltimbanque.com/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> https://jef-le-saltimbanque.com/wp-content/uploads/2025/11/WhatsApp-Image-2025-11-02-at-15.07.42.jpeg15361120Yesterday, on Facebook, a post by a motorcyclist recounting being attacked by Kangal dogs in Turkey took me back over 50 years.  I felt the urge to share a bit about my childhood and put on paper some traumas I have almost never spoken about. A kind of therapy through writing. I’ve been a bit introspective lately. I apologize for that; travel stories will resume soon. During an interview, Jacques Brel said this: “Childhood is a geographical place.” That remark struck me deeply at the time because I found it so relevant. My childhood took place in Turkey (then my adolescence in Portugal, but that’s another story). We were a small community of French people, consisting of up to about fifty children. Our parents were “expats,” a term now somewhat overused and often used incorrectly. The term “expatriate” refers to a specific legal status. An expatriate is someone sent on a mission to a third country. They stay there for a determined period based on certain contractual conditions (often quite advantageous). An expatriate is not an immigrant. Conversely, an immigrant is not an expatriate. Nowadays, the confusion between the two is quite common. However, they are distinct concepts. But that […]