For a very long while I would struggle to give an answer when people asked me where I came from. The members of my family, a traveling circus family since the middle of the 19th century, were from all over Europe and sometimes well beyond. Cousins, aunts and uncles and their spouses were rarely born in the same country. Our place of birth was where our parents and ancestors performed and their goal was to perform in as many countries as possible, since at least five generations. The common identity of all traditional circus families was to travel and do shows. So, it always seemed useless to adopt a nationality, other than to have a passport – a key to cross borders – more than to identify with one nation. Circus, with its world, customs and even rituals was and still is home. It includes speaking many languages, quickly adapting to new environments and fitting in a time schedule for rehearsals, which are as fixed as meals, shows and bedtimes. What we all have in common, is to practice skills, we all know what it means to spend hours repeating the same things in view of showing them. It’s our...