[on Nazi-occupied France] I detested the Germans and did my best not to see them. It wasn't an act of heroism, it wasn't active resistance, it was an attitude. I'd play cards at a friend's house or I'd meet a group of young people like myself at cafés. We'd talk, but we were careful. A very good friend of mine, Joël Le Tac, was in the resistance, but I didn't know. He'd go away for a while -only later did I learn he often traveled to London- and then he'd come back. No questions. Only when he was arrested did I understand. I managed to get some food to him at La Santé prison, then he was deported to Dechau. But he survived.