But I should have preferred abandonment to their hospitality.

I had a burning desire for the open air.

When quite young, my dream was to rove barefooted along the dusty roads, holding out my hand for charity, living like a gipsy.

I have been told that my mother was a daughter of the chief of a tribe in Africa.

I have often thought of her, and I understood that I belonged to her by blood and instinct.