ABSTRACT
If someone had told me, many years ago, that I would write a book in the future, I would certainly have laughed. “That’s not something I want to do,” I would have replied, sure of myself. I was always much more of a reader and talker than a writer. I started teaching when I was 12. That summer, I was preparing to bypass the first grade to go straight on to the third grade in secondary school. I had started to study the second grade by myself, earlier that spring. Later, in the chapter “A resident of the world”, I will explain why I was in such a rush to finish school but I am sure that I was enjoying the mood and the pace. Closer to the exam date, in early September, I enrolled for maths class for a period of two weeks. This class was actually for those who were repeating the second year – they disliked me very much. Yet, I was drawn to volunteer my services to them: to teach, while learning with them. And so we became friends!
