For a long time, when I was living in France, a lot of my close friends were mixed race people. It had never been a conscious choice of mine, it just happened. They were French-Senegalese, French-Guinean, French-Malian, or French-Gabonese. I had also dated a Belgo-Congolese, a French-Cameroonian and a French-Ivorian.
I met Tony in a small Italian town 60KM South West of Venice. He described himself, with a wry smile, as ‘The only black man in the village’. He was full of stories… One was about being the European tour manager for Fela Kuti in the 70’s. I didn’t know
My time spent travelling through Europe was often in the caverns of the Metro system, where I searched for an interplay between cultures. I was interested in the mixed-race girl listening to her iPod whilst the musician played the dramatic theme from the movie ‘The GodFather’ on his accordion. But