Une petite histoire d’amour .
I just returned from England and I was preoccupied because my parents lived near the Gare du Nord.
Rue Destouvelle 192 and after living like a prince in Wales and in Devonshire , it was very sad to see my parents and my sister and my brother live there.
Lucie was born two years later but my father was very ambitious and he moved to Antwerp where he bought a huge house at number 72 of Avenue de France.
With a wonderful balcony and three floors plus the basement .
This is where the Tank was born and also Ruben Souroujon.
When I was […]
Trazigne est une ville a la frontiere belgo francaise .
Une ville tellement petite que meme dans Google on ne peut pas la trouver .
C’ est la que l’autobus de Paris avait debarque my father and my mother .
He had a large package of very cheap dresses with a label “Made in Paris […]
My father was born in Constantinople on the 22nd of February 1881 .
He also was born on the 22nd of February 1877, and on the 22nd of February 1869 .
It all depended on the war that was going on , either against the English or the Kurds or the Greek or the Armenians […]
The bus arrived at the Waldorf Astoria at 10:30 .
We were all ready and thirty people , 23 immediate members of the family and seven friends boarded a large bus which had a toilet at the back .
Alessandra and Nicolas were missing .Alessandra was in Beijing studying business administration and Nicolas […]
I was born in Antwerp on the fifteen of February 1922 .
Make it the fourteen .
That makes it more interesting as every year they celebrate San Valentine on my birthday Music,Parties, and nice presents .
I had curly red hair , but my father cut it when I was five year old with a huge […]
It settled on the railings of the balcony, picking on the geraniums that Nelly had planted .
It was happy and chanted –
It was seven am and Nelly opened slightly the window , very quietly so as not to frighten it .
It kept chanting for few minutes and then flew away .
It is very nice to sleep
You don’t hear a beep
The world can disappear
You have nothing to fear
It is very nice to then wake up
And be ready for your first cup
Tequila , tequila , this your faith
Drinking until night and at eight ,
Go back […]
You are ninety. C’est fini !
I don’t agree, am not yet ready .
I still have to see Barcelone,
And Venice and also Paris .
I really am not ready to be gone .
I want to be with you another few years ,
Enjoy with you every moment that goes by .
It was six o’ clock in the morning and Nelly called me .
Look at the mountains ! Andre had just left the apartment to take the flight back to Toronto , and we were alone and together in the dining room .
The sun was just timidly rising behind the mountains and the Ixtlacihuatl and […]