I grew up divided between two opposing backgrounds. On the one hand, “normal” life in a city apartment with my mother, and on the other, marginal life between caravans in the forest and squatting with my father. On the one hand, the softness and warmth of a home, but the conformity that leaves no room for dreams… On the other hand, the adventure and the dream, but the constant anguish and the hardships of life without a fixed abode… The only thing they had in common was that both were unhappy and lived on little money. My father and I had horses that we moved around on abandoned and maintenance-free land that we found like gypsies. Horses were my passion, my motivation, all my life.
At the age of 13, still passionate about horses, I decided to leave home to do an apprenticeship in horse racing near Marseille. For my mother, it was a tragedy. I am too young to leave home and especially to know what I want to do with my life. Today, in our society, you need high degrees to have a good situation. They also explain to me that horse racing is a man’s world, I am a woman, I should start a family and I would have even less chance of getting there.
At that time, motivated by my passion for horses, I had very good grades at school. They explain to me that with my great abilities, it would be a pity if I went into apprenticeship instead of obtaining a high level diploma. I don’t have the right to choose.