Denes Kain

Born a songwriter about 21 years ago, I had no idea I would once be writing this. But who did? Maybe Mrs. Helga a teacher I had, and though she was always very kind, she's not the one I remember most. Life has swept me all over - though a lot of people might not know where it is I chose to come to this world in Hungary, right at the end of the Cold War. One would think great things follow a long war, and indeed. I have not stayed long there, for I have moved to England (about 912 miles west) and lived there in a tight Hungarian community. My father, some sort of banker without a heart, was on the move a lot and dragged me along whenever he could. For that reason I have never spent more then about nine months in one place - endless summers all over Europe. My father was also involved with a company that arranged tours or whatnot to musical acts. I have seen The Stones, McCartney, and others way to young to appreciate them, though I guess it contributed a great deal towards my musical development. When I was about to go to my 7th year in Elementary School, my family moved to Osaka (about 5,925 miles East) for reasons beyond me. However, after only about 3 months they sailed back to England, leaving me with a 'host' family. Actually, I was much better off. In Japan, I stayed (after a long negotiation with my father) two years, and finished elementary school eating sushi for breakfast, teaching English to little kids, and having a moderately normal life (if there's such). For my first year of High School I tried Hungary (feeling independent) in hopes of finding the truth in my childhood myths. Needles to say I haven't found anything but 5 US dollars in a bus stop on my way to the Castle on the top of the mountain people there call 'Gellert'. Taking it as some sort of a cosmic sign, I enrolled in the infamous foreign exchange program, and landed in the middle (literarily) of the American Dream: Tulsa, OK. I lived with a Unitarian family where I was forced (at gunpoint) to sing in the church's choir. Great times those were! Having learned about America enough (or so I thought), for my next year I went to the busiest place I could find - New York - even though I had to endure the chains and whips of a Catholic School. I don't remember how I ended up in Miami, but I soon got a job as a Martial Art's Instructor. Now this might seem a little unbelievable, so imagine my surprise when it happened. About a year after I quit thanks to the boss, his sister, and the woman secretly in love with me. Well, to make a short story long, that's pretty much it.