Introduction: A rather arbitrary starting point
There is an old family photo in one of my grandmother’s album’s that was taken when I was still a newborn. It shows my baby-self, my father, grandpa and great-grandfather sitting in the four seats of our automobile. Four generations of the family’s men standing together, ready to take separate paths. I doubt my grandma can even imagine that, for the baby boy in that photo, that path has led him to not see himself as a man.
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