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.
So I decided to make money .
The export business was just starting and I also visited clients in Brussels .
I sold the BSA 350 which I had bought in Britain for 55 Pound Sterling after I fell on a slippery , wet avenue in Bois de la Cambre .
And bought a bicycle , a Raleigh latest model with seat and handle adjustable .
And went to see the clients .
It was fun to ride in the traffic , pass everybody and make a sale .
At that time it was the plumes a bille the ball pens which was the novelty .
Bic was my competition and their pens were working well .
But I kept running . And then suddenly I was riding on my very high saddle when a tram passed by .
There at the window and smiling there was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen .
Every day at the same time I would drive past and she would smile .
That lasted three months and when I finally talked to her she told me that she was getting married and her husband was the greatest belgian skating champion .
I saw her ten years later and she was getting a divorce .
At that time I was in love with somebody else .