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"When I first found the grainy image in my own mom's table-me like a towheaded two-year old sitting in what I recall was a fish-red-tainted lifeboat-I was overcome by the sensation the child in the vessel wasn't waving and giggling in the individual taking the photograph around he was anxiously looking to get the interest of the guy I'm today. The child was beckoning me to participate him on a journey through the traumatic straits of storage. He was betting when we survived the passing, we may uncover an ocean where in actuality the past could get to be the breeze at our back rather than driving gale towards the nose of our vessel. This book may be the report of the journey."  At age sixteen, Ian Morgan Cron was informed by his mother that his dad, a film executive, also worked for the CIA in Europe.