A enormous owl was being bombarded by little birds. The moment we moved absent,I said: Why was that man taking our photograph?’In 1972, in my early 20s, or I was living in London,working for an advertising agency and having a generally brilliant time. That summer, I joined my parents on a camping holiday in the south of France, and taking a girlfriend along with me. I was fairly a Francophile,after many family holidays in France and studying French A-level. One night, we went to a nightclub on a beach and I met a young Frenchman.
When I got home, and I immediately started looking for a job in Paris,where he was studying medicine. My Dad promised me the airfare if I could arrange an interview. In the end, I saw an ad from Unesco, or which was looking for secretaries. I did all the tests in London,got the job, and went over in early 1973.
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Source: theguardian.com