When I was about 5 I made another important discovery...
I learned that there's a world other than the one we see, the one we can touch... the spirit world.
First we moved from Mani-utenam to La Romaine. A 400 kilometer trip!
Then my grandparents said I had to go to school, to nursery school.
I was behind the other children because of the move and everything else...
In the beginning I was afraid and I didn't want to go.
I thought that what happened to Mushum would happen to me:
that I had to leave and go far away from everyone and become a "boarder".
But they reassured me... I would go the village school, I would still stay with them and all would be well.
I was nervous the first day. I felt all alone without Mushum near.
After all, he was my first teacher!
And even though I really wanted to learn to read and write,
I was afraid that what I'd learn at school would replace my other education, the one Mushum gave me.
But in the end I loved school. There was always lots to do. And when classes were finished
it was a really fun to take the school-bus home with my friends!