I was born in Antwerp on the fifteen of February 1922 .
Make it the fourteen .
That makes it more interesting as every year they celebrate San Valentine on my birthday Music,Parties, and nice presents .
I had curly red hair , but my father cut it when I was five year old with a huge pair of scissors as I looked like a girl .
He was the owner of the Tank a large store that was going to crush the competition .
But my mother was in charge. She was a very good business woman and sold meters and meters of cloth as at that time nobody bought dresses or suits ready made. They had to be made by hand by couturieres and tailors .
My father sold diamonds mostly very small pieces that were not too expensive .
He was at home sorting these very small diamonds.
And never realized that one day they would save our life.
- henry on La vache qui rie
- Philipp von Habsburg on Brooklyn Bridge
- leila on Brooklyn Bridge
- Sofi valanci on Le Tank
- Sofi valanci on Brooklyn Bridge
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Continue ton histoire abuelito, I want to know what happens next!!
je suis d’accord avec Stéphanie. Ton histoire commence bien . Nous aimerions connaître la suite
Yes please continue!!