So, I have two brothers, one smaller and one older than me. We live in a flat with our parents. My father is 50 years old and my mother 52. There are architects and get together in 1979. There were on the same high-school, in geneva, to learn the architect’s work. My Parents got married in 1984 and two years later, my brother came, they called him Matthieu. Two years after his birth, I show myself… And the last, who names Jérémie arrived 4 years after me.I want to say that we’re a normal family but I think that’s wrong… My family is very near that “Malcolm’s family”, it’s a real mess!!! Under that one who want to watch this program on the TV and that one who doesn’t agree, and one or two brothers want to go to the computer at the same time… It’s a real crap…
I think that if I want to make a long story short, I have to say that as if my old brother hits me or if my father shouts on us… We love ourselves…