APRIL 1971: Don't want to leave Geneva, don't want to go to Zurich, I fall into a hole.

MAY 1971: I ride three kilometres by bike from my parents' to my grandparents' beside a busy main road. I fall in the ditch several times. I arrive unharmed.

MAY 1971: At dinner my brother asks which party my father is in. "Don't you know that?" I say, astonished. I'm pleased: finally I know something my older brothers and sisters don't. "It's the SBB! (swiss national railway company)" They all laugh aloud. I run to my room, crying.