When the Second World War arrived, my whole life was changed. I had to leave Paris with my brother and two young cousins, because my mother felt we were not safe in the big city. But my mother had to stay in Paris, so I went to a village in the country called Montgiroux, in the Mayenne region, where my great-aunt ran a hotel-restaurant.
After the German army occupied France, I went back to Paris. At this point, we could not receive the French Herald of Christian Science any more, but we would read over and over the old copies, from before the war.
In Paris I got sick. The school doctor said I had cerebral anemia. It was a problem many young people had during the war because of lack of food. I couldn't remember things, and I was told not to read anymore, not to tire myself. So my mother sent me back to Montgiroux to rest and pray. She was praying also. I was completely healed.
