Pingvina (and Pingu) in America

One day all of a sudden our young love was torn apart by our parents‘ separation, a symptom of modern times, but we struggled through and survived stronger than before. Mummy was asked if she could work in New York for 9 months, said yes and chose Pingvina over me to go with her (she didn’t trust Daddy to keep us both). I only heard stories but am afraid my girl consumed a lot of alcohol without my nose at her side, and that the food portions were just too big for 1 penguin alone, she was definitely 1 cm wider when she finally returned.

The only photo available to the public is Pingvina getting ready for her Halloween night out in New York. I can only imagine the rest. I had an incredibly boring time back home in Switzerland with my dad and his poor cooking, so I was pleading for Pingvina to come home (as he was for mummy) whenever I got an opportunity.

America turned out to become a big part of our lives and we went back many times.

Even as a baby one of my idols was Arnold Schwarzenegger, my early acting career was influenced by James Dean and I was always a Metallica fan. Arnold would be proud to see us standing on his little Hollywood star. I’m thinking about buying one for myself.
Pingvina showed me around New York, I especially liked the biggest Pizzeria in the world. Here we are looking down to Central Park from the Rockefeller Building.
Being a Maharaja and semi God, I was invited for a free diplomatic visit to the UN Headquarters. I had a sleepless night preparing my speech for the general assembly but when the moment arrived I couldn’t utter a word. Now I regret my missed opportunity and the penguin farms in China continue to exist. To make up for it I considered sponsoring a ‚Pingu wing‘ at the Getty Center in Los Angeles, but decided that I needed it for myself to wave to my fans.

In Miami we were glad to see a reasonable bunch of humans trying to get people OUT of the stupid water!