When I was a teenager in the 1960s, people would stare through the windows of our living room. Some didn't even try to hide their curiosity – I once found a man sipping a cup of tea while he had a good look.So why didn't I just draw the curtains? Because my bohemian parents did not believe in curtains. And when I begged them to close the shutters my dad would always reply: 'Why? We've got nothing to hide!'But I did. As an oversensitive, anxious and perpetually embarrassed teenager, I wanted to hide everything about my weird, American, pot-smoking parents and their crazy décor.
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