Twenty years ago, my family and I moved from a row house in the Baltimore ghetto to a 12-bedroom chateau in the heart of France. My siblings and I were as surprised as anyone. (This surprise factor is extremely important, as I’ll explain in a moment.) But it was all or nothing for my father – no middle ground… Between the Baltimore ghetto and a French chateau there are about 4,500 miles, an ocean, a border and a language barrier. But none of those really matter. You can cross those barriers in a matter of hours. The real barrier is a hidden one.