"Do you like her, my sister?" How do you not like my sister? ”
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Michel Houellebecq: "A civilization which legalizes euthanasia loses all rights to respect"
All
Asterix
readers
in Corsica
know this cult line and many other hilarious ones. At that blessed time, identity quarrels were drowned in a bath of laughter. They were settled with jokes and not with machetes or knives. French identity was indisputable, and unfolded in a thousand local shades, both cherished and derided.
"
The land of two hundred and fifty-eight kinds of cheese
"
dear to General de Gaulle, however, feared no separatism; "The Republic, one and indivisible" was everywhere at home, loved and respected. This blessed time seems so distant to us that we have forgotten that it was the childhood of many of us. Paul-François Paoli, he has not forgotten:
“I believed for a long time that I was French.
I now know that I am Corsican ”,
opens his book.
The text is brief, but the ambition is vast: what happened to us?
asks our friend that readers
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