6.For want of a stable relationship, my life had taken on a regular pattern; fairly structured, even a little too rigid for my taste. I’d left the halls again for a pretty studio of my own. Being short on money, I’d decided to share with a young woman. My salary wasn’t enough, even to live modestly. My parents sent me a bit of money each month to make up for it. As long as I didn’t have a day job, I could only live by sponging off my family. This situation bothered me a great deal. But how else could I get out of it? Beg in the street? Tsk, tsk…
My CV wasn’t impressing anyone. Lack of experience, no grade in French, limited vocabulary… Companies closed the door on me. People ignored the most important thing: my passion and my motivation, two qualities that easily made up for all the diplo
