All I know is that since I left Algeria, I am no longer the journalist or photographer I used to be. You became a hero in a novel, or in a movie, who lives on a sudden alert? Ready for something.. for emergency joy or for an expected catastrophe. We are the ones scattered by Constantine, here we are dating in the capitals of sadness and the suburbs of Parisian fear. Even before we met, I grieved for Nasser, for a name too big for him to stay as a guest in the outskirts of history, because his father did not bequeath anything to him except his name, and because some made the homeland real property for his children, and he ran the country as he ran a family farm that raises murderers in its ruins. While the honorable people of the homeland are displaced in exile.