JB deserted years ago his country when he was send to invade Cambodia.
3 times he tried to escape by boat.
At the age when teenagers only think (or should only think) about girls and parties, JB was confronted to death and war.
"For a time, we could not eat anything from the sea, we just could not. We feared to find a bits of the dead in our nets, in the fish stomach"
JB is one of the *boat people*. He was saved at the time by a French boat and arrived here seeking asylum.
He was welcome by a new family, got a new name.
Worked hard for 5 years to try to learn the basics in French language. He was then more lonely than ever, away from everything, everybody he knew. Not knowing much of life, except Death.
More than 20 years later, he is here, he just opened a little "café" at the feet of the building where we live.
He is a happy father, a most welcoming neighbour.
I don't think he'll ever be a billionaire, he only wants to make people happy, that's what he says.
His café is very small, 3 tables there. But it is one of the most comfortable place I know. The kind of place where you can feel good vibes, where people talk to each other. Such a warm place. And you would see JB's face, never saw a happier one! :)
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