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This is an authentic letter of recommendation that Professor Albert Einstein wrote for my father, Arnold Burger, to help him get a job in the USA:

This is a private family photograph of Einstein which was taken by my grandfather, Otto Juliusburger:

This is my birth certificate which I've put here in order to authenticate my relationship to my father. My birth name is Peter Franklin Burger. I became Peter Cross when I was crucified by the kidnapping of my two beloved boys, Jason and Alex, on May 5, 1994. The story of the kidnapping is in The Swami and Me and also in The Story of My Life.

The majority of information here was related to me by my father and mother when I was growing up:

My grandfather, Otto Juliusburger, was one of the very first psychiatrists who worked during the same time period as Sigmund Freud. He and his wife Elisa, his son Arnold (my father), and his daughter Erica (my aunt) lived in Berlin, Germany, and a lifelong friendship began when Albert Einstein brought his nephew to my grandfather for treatment of schizophrenia. Einstein was impressed with my grandfather's abilities as he observed the treatment achieve success and they became close personal friends.

When Einstein emigrated to the USA in the early 1930's, my family stayed on just like millions of other Jews who hoped that things would get better. But instead, they got infinitely worse. In about 1937, my family had to go into hiding from the Gestapo because my grandfather had been targeted as an intellectual Jew, as well as for being a psychiatrist and a socialist. They had no way of getting out of there until Einstein offered to pay their boat passage to the USA, and they jumped at his offer. In those days, it was necessary for somebody inside the USA to sponsor an immigrant, which means that the sponsor had to sign legal papers which would guarantee that the person would not go on welfare. Einstein did that for both my grandparents. Soon thereafter, he did the same thing for my father and his sister.

My family moved into an apartment in New York City, and Einstein was working at the Institute for Advanced Study in Princeton, New Jersey. Because of the horrendous experience in Nazi Germany, my entire family renounced God and became practicing atheists and that's the environment in which I was raised. My grandparents visited with Einstein often and they wrote many personal letters back and forth to each other. My grandmother used to bake him cookies because he had a habit of obsessing over work and not eating. Einstein attended my parents' wedding, and they told me that he bounced me on his knee when I was a baby (although quite obviously, I have no memory of it). But I do remember many occasions when my father talked about the great man and his work. Even though my father was a salesman and not even remotely a scientist, he tried to explain Einstein's Theory of Relativity to me. He gave me several books to read and at a very early age, I grasped the essential truths that lay beyond the mathematics.

My father died from his third heart attack when I was 17, and my mother gave me the letter of recommendation that you see here. After my aunt died many years later, when they read her will in her lawyer's office, I discovered that there was an entire cardboard box full of letters from Einstein which Erica had donated to the N.Y.C. Public Library. I was stunned because nobody had ever mentioned these letters to me. I went down to the library immediately to try to retrieve the letters but it was like that final scene in Raiders of the Lost Ark when the Ark of the Covenant disappears into the endless room filled with wood crated boxes. The ONLY thing left to prove my family's relationship with Einstein is this letter of recommendation. Tragicly, it's all I have left.

When the atomic ex kidnapped my boys in 1994, she also took every last thing I had, including the Einstein letter and the photograph which I had preserved in a gold and black frame. All my valuables ended up in her hot, filthy, cramped, insect ridden attic, ignored and forgotten. In June, 2004, I went back east to Westfart Connecticut where they all live to attend my younger son Alex's high school graduation. When the opportunity presented itself to go into the attic and rummage through the many cardboard boxes, I spent from about midnight to 3 AM sorting through the mess. I took back everything I had lost, packed it all up, and shipped it back to California the very next morning, with the sole exception of the framed Einstein letter and photograph which I swore would NEVER leave my grubby little mits again. I hand carried that back on the plane to California with me and it was a lively conversation piece among the passengers and the crew.

I would not be alive at all and here writing this if it weren't for Professor Einstein who I believe is the premier genius of the entire human race. Leonardo da Vinci certainly comes close but only Einstein figured out the true nature of our universe. To this day, very few people really understand what he understood and expressed so succinctly in his famous Theory of Relativity. As a bi-product of his theory, he gave us his famous formula, E=MC2. Most people think it's a formula for the atomic bomb, but it really wasn't intended to be that. If you would like to read what I think Einstein's Theory of Relativity means and what his formula implies, click on: The Interview with Peter Cross, Part 2 .

In the private family photograph that I scanned into jpeg format and put at the top of this page, notice his very sad eyes. The major disappointment of his entire life, and the thing that bothered him the most, was the fact that people took his life's work and made a bomb out of it. During the late 1930's, he wrote many letters to President Roosevelt begging him to drop the whole idea because he knew that there would be a proliferation of atomic bombs which would threaten the very existence of the planet Earth. I feel like I understand the man and his work. Just like my dear family friend, I also have sad eyes. But my sad eyes also became happy eyes when my resurrection from the dead occurred in 2003. Now I have decided that the time has come to publish my family's history with The Genius.