At the end of my studies, I spent a year at the French Ministry of Foreign Affairs campaigning for the French referendum on the European Constitution. The evening of the vote, it appeared we lost. I got totally drunk, beyond repair, and eventually proposed to the Minister of the European Affairs to smoke pot. She didn't appreciate. Her name was Claudie Haigneré, she was a former astronaut and I had a lot of respect for her, we've never seen each other any longer. I disappointed her a lot I guess. Later I wandered in the streets of Paris, considering everything was over. It's funny how we believe in silly things when we are young.