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My mother was a Chinese trapeze artist in pre-war Paris, smuggling bombs for the underground, and she met my father at a fete in Aix-en-Provence. He was disguised as a Russian cadet in the employ of the Axis. And there in the half-light of provincial midnight, to a lone concertina they drank in cantinas and toasted to Edith Piaf and the fall of the ( Read more... )
