Happiness is hard to recall. Its just a glow.
The sky is the limit. You never have the same experience twice.
Actually, my mother and Alfie came for three weeks' Christmas vacation and stayed for 21 years. I guess my mother never went back because she was lonely.
First of all there is always that artistic challenge of creating something. Or the particular experience to take slum life in that period and make something out of it in the form of a book. And then I felt some kind of responsibility to my family.
The main thing I am interested in is my experience as a teacher.