“Our taste for books came from Antonin, an old second-hand bookseller, an anarchist, whose shop was on Cours Julien. We’d cut classes to go see him. He’d tell us stories of adventures and pirates. The Caribbean. The Red Sea. The South Seas... Sometimes he’d stop, grab a book, and read us a passage. As if to prove that what he was telling us was true. Then he’d give it to us as a present.”
