A short story about my dad.

My father was born on the 4th of June 1973. His parents, Patrick Gaist and Annie
Gaist decided to name him Arnaud. Growing up, he was always quite distant to
his parents, his father being a lot closer to his elder brother, and sister. He
struggled in school. Later, once adult, he was diagnosed with dyslexia, which was
surprising because he had always been very bright, educated and literate. In
Lyce (High school), his headmaster, under the pretext that he was an anarchist,
excluded my father from the official baccalaureate exams (which was even at the
time completely illegal). Out of school, and jobless, my father decided to pursue
one of his passions as a job. A passion that the school had told him was futile to
pursue as a career: Photography.
He integrated a photography studio in Paris, and did advertising photography for
1.5 years. At this point, he received a letter requesting that he do his military
service (at the time, it was obligatory to do 1 year when you turned 18).
Determined to not lose his job, and to stay out of the military service, he faked
symptoms of psychological instability, and failed the required tests to join the
army, after which he promptly returned to his job in Paris as a photographer.
On his 20th birthday, he left his job as an advertising photographer, and became
a photojournalist for Reuters. This lasted 2 years before he finally got bored and
left. He sold his Leica M3 (one of his cameras) and bought a small sailboat and
supplies with the money he earned from its sale. He said goodbye to his family,
shook hands with his last employer, and left from St Nazaire port for the Canaries
Islands. He travelled alone across the coast of west Africa, and across the
Atlantic to the Caribbean. He stopped at all islands from Fogo to Barbados, and
on his last stop, at Fogo for the second time, he met my mother. She was British,
and had decided to leave Oxford University where she had worked as a teacher
in English literature after having obtained 3 Language diplomas in the same
school, to go overseas volunteering. After 2 years of doing so, she took a job on a
cruise ship as a waiter, and found herself in Fogo after her ship stopped there to
refuel. Over the course of the 3 or 4 weeks following, they fell in love with each
other and decided to go back to France together. Nearing the end of the journey
home, my mother got pregnant, and 9 months later, I was born. As I grew-up, my
mother, father and newly born sister moved into a small house in Britany (a ruin
at the time). It took the combined effort of both my parents, over the following
13 years to renovate it fully.

Questions to Jay:

His dependence on his brother for being in UWC.

o How so?
The circumstances by which his brother got to study in Geneva.
o Why did he apply, what degree did he get?
The circumstances of his marriage to Prabinda.
o When did he marry her? What where the circumstances of the
marriage?

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