I have a few, but the one dearest to me is standing naked under the snow on the little terrace of a girl's bedroom, with a brace of my clothes, at the 7th floor, with the noise of the traffic muffled by the snow, when the parents came back home from a concert way ahead of the time. It was not the parents actually but the
bonne who played us a trick. The image of the guns cabinet of the father kept coming to my mind. No way I could continue, when the situation untangled ...
the little roof was added years later.