I bought a house in France for €20,000 when I was 16.
It was in the ’80s, I was renting a flat in Paris and I knew I wanted a place to live.
I was living in the middle of a Paris suburb, but there was no street, no shops, and it was cold and damp.
I had a big house and a nice car.
It wasn’t too big, but it wasn’t quite big enough for me.
I started to build a new house and put my family on it.
My father would live in the back and my mother in the front.
It worked out well.
I worked at a construction company and eventually moved into a rented house.
I moved in for three years and it didn’t take me long to notice how much I loved living there.
I have to admit, I thought my home was beautiful.
I loved the architecture and the way the people lived there.
So when I bought the house, I wanted to have my own place.
It seemed like a perfect solution.
So I spent five years and €100,000, which was a lot of money at the time, living there with my family.
Now, I have a house that I can call my own.