I wept heartily over this poor little deceased soul. It was the first sentient being I had ever killed. I was now a killer. I was now as guilty as Cain. I was sixteen years old, a harmless boy, bookish and religious, and now I had blood on my hands. It's a terrible burden to carry. All sentient life is sacred.

His father was posted as a diplomat for the Canadian government at the time of his birth. And for this same reason English gives me a sufficient distance to write. He now lives in Saskatoon Canada.

And for this same reason English gives me a sufficient distance to write. Although his first language is French Yann Martel writes in English: "English is the language in which I best express the subtlety of life. ".