It started a long time ago, a series of events, but it was one particular day, and it’s the day i made the decision. travelling from the south of France, i was heading to Paris, alone in a carriage with a beautiful american lady. i was younger then, and she could smile. i asked her what she was doing, living in Paris. She told me that she made breakfasts for men, i wondered what she meant, then the train pulled into a station, an hour from Cannes. i knew it, the moment he got on. She was distracted, i had a friend with me. He spoke a little English, i spoke poor french. i was in recovery from a near death experience. he was a clown who liked to entertain children. It was almost like a meeting with God himself as i pondered about it. will i go on….