It was a night in 2014, 2015 maybe. I was a child. You had deauthed the whole French room. I was @ and there was a glitch. I banned you, you banned me. It was a tiny victory, but still a child's memory. I know you had trouble with us, and now that I look back at all of it, as a grown up, I feel sorry for that. Godspeed, or Bon vent, as we say here.