Tintin, together with Asterix, and Lucky Luke to mention my favourites, is not part of my childhood. I discovered him later in life, after I left Romania. I was an adult by then. In Romania I was reading Pif, which I loved, knowing that it was somehow related to the journal l"Humanite. It took me years, and even decades to understand that l'Humanite (and related comics) belonged to the French Communist Party. It was made of the finest white paper, its last pages ( the only one I was reading) had information about fashion and other interesting topics. News and photos of the wedding of Jacqueline Kennedy and Aristotle Onassis was a scoop. All these were unthinkable in the grubby newspapers I was used to. I read it until I was 14 and then we left to another city where it was not available anymore. And more than 20 years later I discovered Tintin. By then I could make a difference among the political leaning of various journals. And definitely Tintin was capitalism with its best feature: the freedom to travel. And, mille sabords, I loved it.