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It was October 1980, when I was 12 years old, and my parents were buying their first cars.

My mother had worked in a fashion house in France for many years and was in the process of buying her own.

My father had bought his first car, an Oldsmobile, in 1955.

He also owned a Harley-Davidson motorcycle, and a Volkswagen Beetle.

My dad had always been a car guy, but had never been one to buy anything, so I’d been the first one to get my first BMW.

I was very excited to be getting a car, because I knew I could live off the income I made.

But then, out of nowhere, my father told me I could not drive, because the cars in his garage were all old, which made me feel very uncomfortable.

I felt like an idiot.

I didn’t know how to respond, so my mother told me to call the police.

They said I could be fined up to 200,000 euros ($260,000).

I didn.

So I drove home and told my mother I’d lost my job, and that I had no choice but to take the kids to school.

When my mother called me back the next day, I was confused.

She said, “I’m sorry, but I’ve got to go home.

I’m very sorry.

You have to get a licence.”

I remember telling her that I was so embarrassed I didn´t want to go.

The next day I was at school, and I found out my parents had been arrested.

They were taken to a police station and put in jail for four days.

At the time, they were a poor family, but their troubles had been far worse.

My parents had also been arrested a couple of years before, for having bought a car and driving without a licence.

They had just had a baby girl, and the baby was born with a rare birth defect called a trachea defect.

I remember my parents looking very worried.

They thought I was insane.

I told them that I would get a good job, that I could still earn my money, and if they didn´T get me a licence, I would pay the fine.

My mum said, ‘No, I will pay you back’.

But I would have to drive.

When I got home, my mother was very worried that I might be stopped and arrested again.

So she drove me to the police station, which was the same one she had just left.

I explained to my mother why I was driving, and told them my story.

The police officer asked me why I had chosen to drive with the girls.

I said, because my dad was driving a Mercedes and that was my car.

He said, ”We have a lot of problems, so you must get a license”.

I was still confused, so he asked me what I wanted to do.

I replied that I wanted a licence to drive a motorcycle.

So the officer put me in handcuffs.

The handcuffs were very strong, so they could have torn my clothes off.

I had to be very careful, because they had my shoes on.

They couldn´t see what was in my pockets.

I don´t know how they got my phone and computer.

I went home and cried.

But they had a lot to worry about.

They took me to a different station, and when they were there, I started to cry again.

They put me back in handcuffs again, but they didn’t leave me alone.

I couldn´ts leave the house for a while.

I just wanted to be left alone, so when the officer asked for my passport, I said no.

The officer told me he would write it in my case.

I cried for a few hours.

When he finally wrote it down, he gave it to me, but he also told me that I should never speak to anyone about this case again.

I wanted the whole story.

But the officer wouldn´t let me see it.

The policeman also took me home.

When they were at my house, they put me into a cell with another person.

I screamed and cried for about an hour.

I kept telling them to take me to hospital, but the police wouldn´ t listen to me.

My whole family was there, including my mother.

I would see them every day, but my mother would be angry.

She kept telling me to go away, and every day I would cry and scream, and then the officer would come and take me home again.

One day, he finally came.

He was very angry, and started to beat me.

He started with the phone.

I could hear his voice through the phone, and he said, I know what you want to do to me now.

I asked him, ‘Why are you beating me?

Why can’t you do something?’

He said he didn´ts know.

He hit me on the head with