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A LEGACY WORTH NOTHING The Jerusalem Post, Dec 8, 2013 Israel grants citizenship to world-renowned pianist Evgeny Kissin Kissin approach Jewish Agency chairman Natan Sharansky a year ago to ask for his help Though living primarily in France and England, he defends Israel at every opportunity and felt that he could do so more effectively if he had Israeli citizenship. On Saturday at a reception co-hosted by the Touro Restaurant and the Jerusalem Press Club, Kissin received his Israeli passport from Minister for Immigrant Absorption Sofa Landver. In the letter that he wrote to Sharansky a year ago, Kissin stated: “I am a Jew, Israel is a Jewish state – and since long ago I have felt that Israel, although I do not live there, is the only state in the world with which I can fully identify myself, whose case, problems, tragedies and very destiny I perceive to be mine. “If I, as a human being and artist represent anything in the world, it is my Jewish people, and therefore Israel is the only state on our planet which I want to represent with my art and all my public activities, no matter where I live.” Kissin will give a benefit concert in Jerusalem on Monday night for the Tel Hai International Master Classes. My name is Victor Boullet. Born 4th of August 1969. Oslo. Kjelsås. My mother and father got married and divorced at the address above. My mother is born in Norway. My father is born and bred in Scotland. This is how I present myself. My name is Victor Boullet, I am half Norwegian, half Scottish. My mother has never lived anywhere else, she would deny that and say: I’ve lived in Scotland. My parents lived eight months with my Granny in Scotland. Before my parents got divorced they had only lived with their parents as a married couple. My mothers mother died April 2013. My mother can’t live in the house. A very average inheritance dispute. This for several reasons. I am not taking part. I live in Paris. This house is in Oslo. This house is affection. This house is sad. This house is tragedy. The house is conflict. The pain of change for the people involved can not be solved. Family don’t speak. The last time passing over the house threshold is the beginning. I will not miss the house. I will not miss the neighbours. I will not miss my childhood. I will not miss my mother. I will not miss my family. I will not miss myself. I can now live life without that retreating hole that sucks all vision. I will become me and not that shared working class behaviour that has turned into my conscience. Vortex. My mind can now store memory that has no communal belonging. No anchor that is caught in others dream or life work. All new thoughts are not attached any longer to what I believed was the my truth. The house was storage. The house was a container. This house is vacant. I could go on forever and never… Victor Boullet
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