In high school, I was one of those who did not like the music of Jean-Jacques Goldman. It was romantic to be on the side of the less numerous. And frankly, thank you and congratulations to Goldman and to all those who manage to sing and write for the hospital staff, for all those people who save our lives and, sometimes, our souls. Today, I can't do anything. Just clap like a robot at 8 p.m. at my window. And most of the time, I'm so confused, it's already 9 p.m. In our golden jail, I am a full-time dad. Today, I measure eternity where I have not seen my children grow up. Of course, I have a huge chance to go on the road; my days, for all these years, it's been running the world. Drink smiles. Receive love. Today, confined, the creeping hours are exhausting. I have the gall to complain. I mark my little Misha in the pants from morning to night. Misha is 15 months old and flees everywhere. At his age, I was
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