Me, myself and I

Hi there. As you have managed to find my homepage, I assume you know at least my name, so we don't have to dwell on that.
To start at the beginning: I was born. My parents (and the Luxembourgish version of Wikipedia) tell me that this very important event took place on 23 September 1972. I don't actually remember the occasion, but I guess I must have been present.
Fast-forward some nineteen years...
Realizing that school wouldn't teach me anything that I couldn't learn faster and more agreeably from a book, I left for Los Angeles. The City of Angels - where everyone, sooner or later, becomes a rock star. Be it music-, earthquake- or drugwise. Incidentally, I never managed the second one (I just missed the 1992 quake by a month or so, and by the time the 1994 tremor struck, I had already left the US). I returned to Luxembourg and finished highschool in evening classes (which, by the way, is much more rewarding than regular school. I can only recommend it to dropouts).
After a short stint on the only Literary Translation university course in Germany (which was abolished soon after), I decided that, like so many things in life, translating is a lot more fun when you just do it instead of blabbering on about it.
As I've always been intrigued by things that no one seems to know much about (be it Denisovans, Sumerian grammar or neutrinos pretending to buzz faster than light), I enrolled into Mediaeval Studies at Düsseldorf University. So for the next four years, I learnt all about Beowulf, the Green Knight and Marie de France, not really caring how this would translate into any cash-rendering activity later on.
Good thing I hadn't worried, as in 2001 I was offered a job at the Centre national de littérature in Luxembourg. So I switched from one little-known language (namely Anglo-Saxon) to another (which happens to be my mother tongue) and learnt all about Michel Rodange, José Ensch and Guy Rewenig. Sometimes, you just need to be lucky.
In my spare time, I still preferred to read books in English, be it Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchett, Michael Crichton or Mark Billingham. But in Spring 2013, I decided to cast my net of literary predilections a bit (or a lot) wider, and now I'm a very decided fan of Cingiz Aitmatov, Jorge Amado and Jonas Avyžius.
Apart from literature, my one enduring love is driving my car around Europe and exploring this amazing continent that I call home. In four decades, I managed to fall in love with at least four countries, mainly through the intersession of a rock band (that's Queenrÿche in the 80s, Iron Maiden in the 90s, Rammstein in the 00s and Кукрыниксы in the 10s). Looking forward to what the 2020s will have in store. Meanwhile, my current all-time favourite holiday countries remain Portugal, Macedonia and Georgia.
And, as any seasoned traveller will tell you, it's never a bad idea to know a few words in the local lingo. A few years ago, I started to study Russian (even got my A2 diploma in 2015, as you can see here), in 2022 I obtained my first certificate in Chinese (HSK1), and I also tried for a while to get better in Arabic and Persian. These are all amazing tongues, but the language of Pushkin (and Valery Kipelov) will always be so much dearer to my heart.
As I am at the moment a very enthusiastic fan of Kipelov and Arthur Berkut, I'm considering translating their back catalogue into English, just as I did for Rammstein a few years ago.
Anything I forgot? Ah yes, shoe size. I'm a 38 (that's a 5 in the UK, I think). So now I told you all about me. Which, of course, is the smartest way not to reveal anything at all.