For thirty years I lived in the shadow of Jacques Chirac. When his name is mentioned, I do not think of the Mayor of Paris, the politician or the President of the Republic, but of a man with a permanent curiosity displaying a constant smile and a fantastic vitality, deeply turned towards others and, like the great artists, carrying a message that will be understood only later. Always listening to the other, he was deeply convinced that we must be inspired by all civilisations. If he was proud that Europe was at the origin of the movement for the emancipation of peoples through human rights, that did not mean that there was no hierarchy among civilizations, each bearing in its own way a a different view of the world, none of which can claim the truth. Going to meet cultures and marveling at their riches was not for Jacques Chirac a media or anecdotal posture but the result of a deep love for humanity in all its facets. My very first photograph of him goes back to 1984. He was Mayor...
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