Nobody ever mentioned the world war of the ghetto of San Li Tun in Beijing. It is with the favor of this cruelty that I understood an immense truth: thanks to the enemy, this accident which is the life becomes imposing. Without the arrival of Elena, I would have remained invulnerable. I liked it as of the first second. It was my beautiful Helene, my Trojan War, my loving sabotage. I very lived: heroism, treachery, love, humiliation. It was in China in 1974, I was 7 years old.