One summer afternoon when I was ten years old, I was sprawled out on the living room sofa in the Créteil apartment. I had one eye on the TV and the other on the latest Gaston Lagaffe comic book. Basically, I was bubbling, as my grandma would say. Bubbling means being in your bubble. It’s dreaming with your eyes open. After walking, dear David, what I love to do most is bubble. It’s impossible to act before you’ve bubbled. That’s actually why in martial arts you never fight before meditating.
