When quite young, my dream was to rove barefooted along the dusty roads, holding out my hand for charity, living like a gipsy. I have been told that my mother was a daughter of the chief of a tribe in Africa.
J'avais des besoins cuisants de grand air; toute petite, je rêvais de courir les chemins, les pieds nus dans la poussière, demandant l'aumône, vivant en bohémienne.