I was born in Tunis and I've lived here - London - since 1970. In the 40 years here, only one very old fashioned (supposedly English man) called me ****** with venom in his voice and attitude.
Like my son said in his reply a few hours ago, I got called ****** a few times a day. In the end, I became physically and orally violent. I did not like it because I am a peaceful and quiet person.
Furthermore, whilst in secondary school, all my class mates had been engaged. I'd been the only person without a fiancee and felt invisible. It was like I lived a double life, on the one hand I felt deep hurt at being ignored and, on the other, I did my best not to take it personally and remained cheerful. It was like I lied to myself, however, if I allowed myself to sink into depression, that was no good to me. I lost myself in reading books in Arabic, French and English.
I now visit Tunisia more than once a year and teach positive thinking.
I was born in Tunis and I visit at least once a year. In fact I have just spent all of December 2010 between Tunis, Jerba and Bizerte. I came back to London on 7 January 2011.
· 9 years ago