Pascal Bollon

Category: A Lost World

My Heritage | The Matriarchy

Part 4 – Mamie, my Grandmother, the Iron Lady 1943 – Likasi Country Club- Mamie, my grandmother I was 6. Or 12. It does not matter. It did not matter. During the year, my domicile was Rueil, a Western suburb of Paris. That life was about optimising school attendance and...

My Heritage | A Lost Society

Part 3 – I am a descendant of a world lost in the mists of time My heritage is a patchwork of societies. It is the glitzy French Riviera, the bleak Belgium of coal mines, the poor France of subsistence farms and small factories, the grey Paris of middle-class suburbs....

My Heritage | Travel Trunks and Suitcases

Part 2 – The part of me that is Africa I have always lived in Africa. I realise I never truly left it because it is woven in my own narrative since I am born. But it is not a geography. Africa is a founding family myth. To understand how...

My Heritage | The Story Starts with Africa

Part 1 – The moments that shaped me Legacy, family history, my history, my story. My heritage. They all are personal. I can share them. But it will ever be mine, as much as it will probably trigger your own memories. Because my story is mine, it is unique. Nothing...