That's how it happened.
“My grandmother lived at the end of the runway at Orly Airport. She was a restroom attendant there, where I spent my holidays as a kid. In the Orly toilets—I loved it: ‘Departure for Rio de Janeiro…’ Holy shit, they’re going to Rio! And I’d run to see. I’d see all the cities of the world go by: Saigon, Addis Ababa, Buenos Aires… I was in the toilet. She cleaned the toilets; she worked for a company called L’Alsacienne. My grandmother shaved, and I was always fascinated.”
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