My Origins...

In 1917, my grandfather (you can see his picture below) a young American soldier, was sent to fight in France against Germans, along with hundreds of thousands of other young people, both men and women. He was born in 1898, and was only 19 years old. I'm very proud of him. He was the son of a Cheyenne Idian who, according to the stories told to me throughout my childhood, had lived on reserve in south-west Montana. It's in his memory that I was given the name Hiamovi, which in Cheyenne means "Great Chief".

When the war ended in November of 1918, my grandfather decided to stay in Europe. After awhile he married a young Russian girl, who became my grandmother. Here she is:

In 1938, the international situation was very tense, and the treat of war loomed like a dark cloud. My grandmother was pregnant, and my grandfather made a decision to return to the United States, where 4 months later a baby girl was born, my mother. Here she is :

Years went by. In 1963, while vacationing in Greece, my mother met the man who would become my father, Kiriakos Tupakis. It was love at first sight, and from that idyllic union I was born 3 years later.

I've always seen myself as lion among men, ready to change the world.
Now I'd like to share what I've experienced with you. I want to tell you everything I've learned, everything I know, and everything I 'see' and feel.

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