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Alex contacted me in response to an open call on Facebook. He is the child of an American soldier. He hardly knew his father, but as a young man he had worked in many pubs and discos where Americans frequented. He would have a lot to tell. I expected exciting stories about fights, excessive Friedberg nights... but in our conversation Alex and I didn't even get to that point. Instead Alex told me how he looked for his father at age thirty – and also found him, how it came about and, and, and....