Sunday Interview. Sorj Chalandon: "My books don't heal my wounds"

After fleeing your family in Lyon, dreaming of another life, you experienced the streets, hunger, and solitude in Paris, a young man without a roof over his head, ready to defend your dignity with a knife. What remains of him in the accomplished man that you are?

“I am still that street dog: it still growls inside me. Its anger is eternal. The street has shaped me, it has taught me to see humanity in its wounds and in its light. When I see a man humiliating another in the street, I do not pass by. Injustice, disrespect, I do not tolerate them. And yet, faced with an old couple crossing a street, leaning on their canes, I cry. Because it is beautiful, with a gentle violence, this fragility...

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