I met with Didier Eribon in the excellent show "Words midnight." I immediately loved, the word is not too strong, its tolerance, listening quality, intelligence and humility. Oh, if all philosophers were like him, this discipline would surely not have been the biggest disappointment of my schooling. My path was similar to his: Girl worker at least one parent has "bled" for his progeny have access to a better life. I cried when he evokes the rabbit hutch in the garden to improve the standard of the Sunday menus. The shame is very prégnant at Didier Eribon. Unlike him, I draped in pride of my origins, immigrant and poor. Unfortunately, it was he who involuntarily I think was right. He managed its integration in an intellectual milieu, perhaps thanks to the homosexual network. I hope that a host of intellectuals from popular environments hear his voice. It must read Didier Eribon, to find some hope.
