Today I'm 35. I'm moving with my incredible family in London and what could I find out? Yes, of course it is my old, lovely, dear diary! I remember the first time I saw it. It was about fifteen years ago, or maybe more... I was still in Lyon for my exchange year... I would have never thoght that it could mean so much for me. I mean the exchange! You know for my French, my shyness and so on... What came after was definitely unimaginable. "Mommy, what are you reading?" asks me my little man. I used to write a secret diary at my young age. And this is all about it.
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