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When reading this story, you will understand why James Bond was the best secret agent of Mi6. When he was a child, in the cradle, he performed during a violent thunderstorm, a phenomenon he would never remember but which changed the course of his life irrevocably and made him enter the legend.
James Bond ... the beginning - Author Michel Marchand
Was it many years before or after the second great war ... we do not know but that morning, the air was too heavy. The MG convertible, emerging from a curve delimited by a flashy pole fence, passed clothing and with enthusiasm, from the first to the second speed then the third on a lush road well embedded in the blessed English countryside. A few miles later, the pilot regressed with aplomb to penetrate under the imposing wire fence leading by a long and winding road to the St. Mary's Orphanage. A massive, chunky, four-tower building made up of large dark stones dating back to the medieval period, certainly at the time, had to withstand very easily a mixture of stones and burning wood thrown by the catapults; stigmata were still visible in the shale. This witness of the past was somewhere, far from sight, lost on the edge of a Devonshire valley.
In front of the main gate, a gardener came to meet the man who hurried down from the cab with a leather briefcase handcuffed to his wrist. Two large doors made of solid wood opened slowly. The man entered the enclosure. They closed again.
The bottom of the air was heavy, it was said, so that during the evening, heavy showers began to fall in this lost corner, a place completely unknown, ignored London ... a necessity ...
The damnation of the Creator was going to come down on the country. Storms of a rare violence went to give more sinism to this already troubling scene. In the middle of the night, a thunderclap, a gigantic white flash hit the old twisted oak overlooking the property. The residents of the orphanage, awakened for a long time, tensed with fright. The cries and tears of young souls in distress aroused, as usual, very quickly, a general panic. For the vast majority of them, they had suffered during delivery the violent shock of too fast separation with the mother without any tenderness and comfort that should have been consumed in the nature of things for several minutes after the act, or until the child is calmed by the trauma. As there was a repetition of this lack of tenderness in the following days and weeks, in affront to the life that was emerging and which only wanted to be exalted from its own existence, a sense of insecurity came from then on. to live in them.