By the time I was 6, my father had retired and we moved to where my eldest brother was. And my eldest brother was about 30 years older than me. So I was the eighth child and he was the first son naturally. And he had got into the educational service of French India at that time, which is how we went to Mahé. Mahé was a very small town, in fact in those days Mahé town itself, I don’t know, it should be the same now. But one square mile of area, it had some areas but not quite adjoining a little further away, which was about 6 square miles. But Mahé itself, the town itself is a very small place. And in those days there weren’t too many people, but it was a great centre for the political underground of British India and it was also a centre for smuggling. Because it was a free port and they generally traded in silks, silver and liquor. So they used to get what they call Fiji silk, like almost a sari length thing, for almost a rupee or two. And while in British India they used to cost a lot, so they used to smuggle a lot of them in. Similarly silver and then foreign liquor. And in that 1 square mile of area, if I remember right, there were about 30 to 40 liquor shops. So people used to come from British India to drink and go back because it was cheaper there. And that small place had... they started sort of an English school. That’s how my brother came there, to teach. He was what they called the first assistant, the next to the headmaster. Then there were other schools. There was a convent and there was a French school that took you up to what they call brevet, that is I think the primary certificate. And there was also another small school that sort of would train people that is I think there were a large number of Moslems there. So they used to sort of make some special arrangements for them, this is as I remember. But it’s a sort of a comic town: it has a police force. Most of the police didn’t know what to do, there was no traffic to be regulated. And it had a municipality and it had a hospital to which very few people went because they were sure that if they get treated, especially in the surgery ward, they would all die of tetanus. So they never... in fact I remember at one time my brother had a problem, a fistula. And he was operated at home by two doctors without anaesthesia. Just because he didn’t want to go to the hospital and then come back dead.