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two thousand years now. For those who believe in coincidences, my life began with a coincidence. When we returned to Ambert, my poor mother tried for quite a long while to pass me off as “the son of a friend she was taking care of for a while” to her father who, even though he held it against her when he learned the truth, proved to be the nicest of grandfathers to me during the short time I knew him. Sadly, he died when I was still a very young child. I was later told about how amused he looked when, having seen him trim his fruit trees, I took a pair of scissors to cut... his lettuce. I was raised by my grandmother and my aunt who were then, and still are, living together. They taught me to read and helped me take my first steps, which I remember very clearly - surely the earliest memory of my life. It was only very recently that my grandmother told me that in 1947 she saw a strange craft flying very quickly and noiselessly over Ambert near her house. She had never dared tell anyone about it for fear of being accused of hallucinating. It was only after reading my book that she decided to talk to me about it... and at the same time she decided to join MADECH. Her decision to join was, in fact, one of the most important forms of encouragement that I received. and of whom the grown-ups made fun. They nicknamed him “Jesus Christ” because he had very long hair rolled up in a bun and a ce 1 1 magnificent beard. He was always clad in a long cape that came down to his ankles, and he lived about a hundred meters from the house where my mother had found a small apartment. He did not work, and nobody 124 INTELLIGENT DESIGN: MESSAGE FROM THE DESIGNERS The Pope of the Druids In Ambert there was an old man of whom small children were afraid,