My lifelong curiosity first manifested itself at birth, arriving prematurely, inspired by Easter day, four weeks ahead of schedule. The date had been meticulously planned to coincide with my mother's 30th birthday - exactly at noon 12:00 (like Goethe! :-) ) a testament to German precision, perhaps!

 Emerging into the world, I journeyed towards the light at the end of the tunnel known as the birth canal. Weighing just three pounds, I was a tiny fighter, confronting early life-threatening challenges from the outset. Yet, it seemed as though a benevolent creator had bestowed upon me certain gifts as compensation for these early trials, gifts that would soon reveal themselves in my resilience and determination.

 Tuesday, after Easter Monday! In four weeks, precisely on May 11, 1950, my mother's 30th birthday, I was expected to be born. But life, as always, had its own plans – I arrived as an 8-months early surprise, after my mother overexerted herself hanging laundry!

 The day of one's birth is often seen as just a date, but in reality, it's intertwined with the tapestry of world events, painting the real satire of life. On this very day, April 11th 1950, as Hungary transitioned into a republic and my mother was to celebrate her 30th birthday four weeks later, fate seemed to wink at my origins with a hidden smile.

 My lifelong curiosity first manifested itself at birth, arriving prematurely, inspired by Easter day, four weeks ahead of schedule. The date had been meticulously planned to coincide with my mother's 30th birthday - exactly at noon 12:00 (like Goethe! :-) ) a testament to German precision, perhaps!

 Emerging into the world, I journeyed towards the light at the end of the tunnel known as the birth canal. Weighing just three pounds, I was a tiny fighter, confronting early life-threatening challenges from the outset. Yet, it seemed as though a benevolent creator had bestowed upon me certain gifts as compensation for these early trials, gifts that would soon reveal themselves in my resilience and determination.

 Tuesday, after Easter Monday! In four weeks, precisely on May 11, 1950, my mother's 30th birthday, I was expected to be born. But life, as always, had its own plans – I arrived as an 8-months early surprise, after my mother overexerted herself hanging laundry!

 The day of one's birth is often seen as just a date, but in reality, it's intertwined with the tapestry of world events, painting the real satire of life. On this very day, April 11th 1950, as Hungary transitioned into a republic and my mother was to celebrate her 30th birthday four weeks later, fate seemed to wink at my origins with a hidden smile.

 The world around us was in motion: In Yugoslavia, the government embarked on a journey of debureaucratization and decentralization, dissolving several ministries in favor of councils. Over in Jordan, the populace cast their votes in parliamentary elections, a process that also ratified the annexation of eastern Palestine. And far across the seas, the United States was making its mark on Europe through the NATO alliance, with the delivery of weapons aboard the transport ship Exilona in Naples.

 But perhaps the most intriguing event, coming exactly a month after my birth, was the sighting in McMinnville, Oregon. On my calculated birthday May 11th, 1950, a farming couple, Mr. and Mrs. Trent, captured some of the earliest and most captivating photos of a UFO. Mrs. Trent first noticed the silent object as it approached their farm in the evening sky. In a rush of excitement, she fetched her husband and a camera. Their quick action led to two extraordinary photographs of the UFO, which appeared as a metallic, flattened saucer with a prominent dorsal bulge.

 These images have stirred curiosity and skepticism alike for decades. Despite thorough computer analysis and image enhancement, which suggested the UFO's width was over 70 feet, no one could prove them to be forgeries. This ruled out the typical 'hubcap hoaxes.' Moreover, the Trents gained no financial benefit from these photos, negating the motive for deceit. However, some discrepancies, such as the time of day the photos were allegedly taken, continue to add layers of mystery to their story.

 As I reflect on these events, I can't help but wonder about the cosmic dance of fate and coincidence. Was the alignment of my birth with these significant global events mere chance, or something more?

 Am I, in a whimsical sense, an extraterrestrial myself? :-)