I have almost died twice. Surprisingly both times happened in the same year. But because I was just a baby at the time, I have no memory of these life-threatening events. So, these stories were heard from my mother. Plus a little bit of my own imagination. We were living in Paris for the year on account of my father’s business. One day my father went out to attend to business leaving my mother and the rest of us at home. My mother was cooking in the kitchen. My two years older brother was playing with LEGO blocks. I, on the other hand, was sharpening up on my less-than-perfect crawling capabilities. At that time, a fresh summer breeze stroked my cheek. The window was left open. My mother was smart, but she was a forgetful person. I was smart, too, but I was a quiet person. We were on 8th floor. Birdsongs and good smells came from outside. At that moment I thought, “I can fly.” I tried to approach the window to test the result of my training. Luc
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