I was thinking about how I live now in a big apartment with four bedrooms and their bathroom, and I study for me. As a child, my mother and two other siblings had two rooms and half a kitchen; the other half belonged to a woman who had one room and two children. She often had male visitors, and the children had to sit in the hall, and I told them stories, when my father and I crossed the Sahara on camelback, not that I knew my father he was always absent. We had no bathroom, but there was a toilet in the basement it had rats coming up from the bowl, one had to flush several times before sitting down hoping the best. Peeing was done in the kitchen sink. We were poor but didnยดt know it as everybody was poor it was the way it was, but we laughed a lot the slightest thing set us off, and my brother was great joke teller, and we enjoyed ourself hugely. Living in a big apartment, I ask myself what happened to mirth I know, I think, we just got old and our sense of humour, think I have to go out and look for it-