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The year was 1967 and a week after the 6 Day War when I told my father I was leaving Israel to go to Paris to study French at the Alliance Francaise. I had already taught myself French using math texts and a series of French comic books called Asterix, the funniest comic books I have ever read (and a good way to learn French idioms and puns). But I knew it would be difficult carrying on a normal conversation using terms such as Fourier transforme et calcul différentiel and dirty double entendres, so I decided to get colloquial French under my belt.
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