Most of my father's life consisted of traveling to almost every part of Europe.
I rolled myself up into a tight ball of resistance and it was thus that I went through my school years.
I was sent to a school because my father was already aware that his days were numbered, and he was anxious for me to acquire a good education and follow in his footsteps.
I went to work in an office and learned, among other lessons, to do things I did not care for, and to do them well. Before I left this office, two of my books had already been published.