When I was 25, I became a French and Spanish teacher in England. I still can't believe I am standing on this side of the desk.

When I was 22, I moved into England to travel but instead I was a language assistant in a school for Deaf pupils. I travelled loads as I got to discover a lot about the inner me and the unknown parts of myself.

When I was 20 I was a mime in a famous French theme park. No kidding. I was a big giant robot and no one had a clue I was all flesh under the plastic outfit. I was trained by a close friend of Le Mime Marceau. I have some killer moves on the dance floor now.

When I was 18, I got so drunk it took me 4 days to recover. I am still a lightweight as of today. When I was 14 I thought it would be great to speak more than 2 languages as I would never understand singers on the radio. Little did I knew. When I was 8, I imagined I would live somewhere crazy one day. I swear I did. Probably because of all the adventures I was crazy to live myself in all the books I read.

When I am 30, what will I remember of my first 29 years? Answers on a postcard... or on the photos I will take as often as I get inspired.