Chapter IXArchieArchie, that's me. Here and now sitting in these beautiful fields and hills. On this occasion, I want to tell my own story, since very few people know me and it is time to do it. My life in Argentina turns out to be very short, due to the fact that I was only very rarely living in this beautiful land but everything that I touch is intense.I will tell you about my parents, they came from Europe a long time ago, my father was a successful Luxembourg merchant of French nationality and my mother a woman heiress of one of the richest families in Holland. What allowed me to study and live in a way that no imaginary mortal, but not to show off the money that my family and my accounts have, not because I have decided to make a pretty hippie life. In my teens, my parents sent me to universities in Oxford England and threw me out for drugs, parties, orgies, and drugs. Not very well seen by any University in the world. From there I was hospitalized for a few months in rehabilitation, and what I remember is that I learned to hate the sweet quince they gave us for abstinence, I ate many kilos of this sweet.