True story: My second great grandfather had one of those Arabian last names, those names who start with 'Al' and have a sound you keep in your tongue after you send it away. One night a casual conversation with grandma told the truth about our so thought exotic last name, which then it wasn't even mine to "wear" Almarz had adopted a son, who wasn't his, and didn't carry his blood, neither his imported color. This boy was my great grandfather. We weren't Almarz, nor exotic or aliens to that dusty land anymore. We were the same but different....What are we then? I worried ... Dad took it humorously and cheerfully replied "we are pirates" (Almarz pirated). That day I stop justifying my long nose through outlandish ancestors, even if the boldness of it didn't even come from that side. I am a pirate!!