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Then it was time for school. It was situated about a kilometre from the house. We went on foot, across the fields, a wonderful walk through nature, grass, trees among insects, birds, flowers, colours and aromas. We used to go down to the Barbanne, a small stream which separates Pomerol from Lalande de Pomerol, and then we went up towards Néac church. The private school was just next to it. My first teacher, Madame Raynal, was waiting for me with my friends of the time. The memories of those superb days are intermingled with those of cold, rainy days when one of my neighbours, who was already big and strong, carried me on his shoulders to finish off the trip to school.


" If you want to know where you are going, don't forget where you came from... "