This article will be totally dedicated to my buddy, my friend, my bro’: Paul
The first time I met Paul I was fifteen years old and he was nineteen. My parents wanted me to learn English but I didn’t want to learn it in England. At this time I thought that there was only one good place on earth where I could really improve my accent: California.
With luck, the Neuland’s family wanted to share their time and their life with a foreign kid and they choose me among all the different pictures of French adolescents that they’ve seen. Today I can tell that it’s Paul who influenced his parents to pick me but I also think that’s because all the beautiful french girls have been chosen before…
Anyway I had one of the best time of my life during this first summer in California and I ‘m still laughing today when I think of all the delirious things we have done.
Paul, do you remember when you brought me in class and your teacher asked me something? I could barely walk and talk because of the party of the night before? ;-)
Do you remember my stomach’s accident in your mom’s car? (Sorry Lorraine, now I can tell you…this was me…). Should I talk about my mom’s car and your personal little accident?...No I think it won’t, definitely, be necessary ;o)
I know that we don’t see each other as often as we would like but I still think a lot about you and your family. I even still consider my self as a part of your family and you are of course included in mine.
I won’t be able to be at your marriage bro’ and I sincerely apologize for this, but you can be sure that the third of November someone over the Atlantic Ocean, in a small country between Togo and Nigeria, will deeply think about you and about what you are going to accomplish : Marry the woman you love.
I know that if you choose her she must be exceptional and to choose you is also a great proof of her courage. I’m really happy for you, both of you.
I promise you that I will come and visit you at the end of my contract in Africa, and who knows? Maybe a new generation of Neuland would be in progress (Oh my god…;).
With luck, the Neuland’s family wanted to share their time and their life with a foreign kid and they choose me among all the different pictures of French adolescents that they’ve seen. Today I can tell that it’s Paul who influenced his parents to pick me but I also think that’s because all the beautiful french girls have been chosen before…
Anyway I had one of the best time of my life during this first summer in California and I ‘m still laughing today when I think of all the delirious things we have done.
Paul, do you remember when you brought me in class and your teacher asked me something? I could barely walk and talk because of the party of the night before? ;-)
Do you remember my stomach’s accident in your mom’s car? (Sorry Lorraine, now I can tell you…this was me…). Should I talk about my mom’s car and your personal little accident?...No I think it won’t, definitely, be necessary ;o)
I know that we don’t see each other as often as we would like but I still think a lot about you and your family. I even still consider my self as a part of your family and you are of course included in mine.
I won’t be able to be at your marriage bro’ and I sincerely apologize for this, but you can be sure that the third of November someone over the Atlantic Ocean, in a small country between Togo and Nigeria, will deeply think about you and about what you are going to accomplish : Marry the woman you love.
I know that if you choose her she must be exceptional and to choose you is also a great proof of her courage. I’m really happy for you, both of you.
I promise you that I will come and visit you at the end of my contract in Africa, and who knows? Maybe a new generation of Neuland would be in progress (Oh my god…;).
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