Hello, this is neither an author's book nor a masterpiece, it's just the story of a life somewhat hectic and rich in exciting experiences worthy of a Camus novel ! I exaggerate a little, "the stranger" is one of my favorite books, nevertheless my style of writing without boasting is quite a lot ... My life story begins one morning in October 1998. It is cold with duck, winter was coming to his nose without warning of his imminent arrival. Our old thermometer hardly displays a minus ten degrees, a day like no other since it is a decisive day. I have to make a decision without thinking, my backpack, a few bills, change, my identity card, my passport, I'm fleeing, yes I'm fleeing my world, an environment that has become too heavy for my little shoulders. I'm tired, tired of suffering, to suffer, to cry in my corner, to live every day like a trial, a suffering, an invisible but real mutilation.