During one of his travels he had married a Tunisian woman. The matter is that his father had been a real adventurer who traveled the world all over and settled only late in life and never liked farming. He owned a farm at the other side of the village, which he had inherited from his grandparents. Robert was a friend of my parents and a few years older than me. An additional plus-point of this yearly stay in the countryside was that I could give Robert a helping hand. However, I didn’t consider this to be a punishment, because I could recover from my studies and from the many sexual adventures I indulged in in those days. My parents were away on holiday, and they expected from me to look after their house. The first few years after I had moved to the big city, I usually spend some weeks of the summer in my native village.
