(clap)
So, imagine, that today,
I will tell you about Al Ghurair.
I think it’s a subject that touches you personally.
Because you know everything, in your surroundings,
People see a lot of badger.
(Laughter)
So, the badger
It is a night animal.
His hair is white, light gray,
With small mutations darker in places,
It is also called the European Greer – holds its name well.
But Ghurair is the animal that interests me in particular
It does not change the burrows.
Even if we drove him out of his first hole,
It will not go to tens, hundreds of kilometers to work one another,
No, it will even go a few meters in the first,
To dig a new hole.
I, this, speaks to me,
Because, from a professional point of view,
I’m the badger,
Greer real.
I never left home:
Auvergne, to Pue de Dome, Clermont-Ferrand.
I never left this land to go to Paris.
(clap)
It is not over yet.
I am a writer.
My work takes, half the time,
To tell stories,
To invent, write,
The second half of the time,
To answer this annoying question,
Many people ask him.
The question is:
“But what, is your real job in life?”
Well, it’s writing books,
It turned out that for me, for some time, it worked fine
It is wonderful.
It’s something to wake up in the morning and do what we want to do.
However, there is another question,
More disturbing than the first question,
Even more cruel,
That’s all I’ll talk about today,
The question is:
“With everything that’s happening to you now
Why did not you go to live in Paris? “
It is strange,
It means that you should leave for success.
Worse yet,
We will have to live elsewhere to prove that we have succeeded.
Already, success,
It is not a general, clear, objective concept.
Success is a personal feeling,
It is an individual sensation,
It’s like your sex life, everything about you,
Especially if you are single.
(Laughter)
Success can not be stated in a clear and general way,
Just as we can not say, in a clear and general way,
Value of work or creation.
It is in the creation of French classical literary,
Which extends this legend in the transport from the province to the capital.
In Balzac, in Zola, in Mopassant, Flaubert, Stendhal,
She: “Paris, for each of us!”
You must climb to succeed, you must go,
Because in French literature,
Countryside, and small towns are chaotic.
Making money in agriculture is much less noble
Like making money in art, in politics or in economics.
But there is something else in this question,
It is much more embarrassing than the rest.
All the people who asked me this question,
They were never from Paris.
Brackets: A real person from Paris, it does not exist, a native person of Paris.
A person from Paris today, he is a villager agrees to pay
8 euros for a beer drink, we agree, well!
So they are not from Paris who asked me this question,
They are from Clermontua,
They are people from here,
When they asked me that question I had the impression that they were disappointed,
I disappointed them.
So, I, I wonder: why,
What is the problem with our cities and small villages?
Think carefully,
I think the link we hold with his birthplace,
And his place of life when we could not leave,
It’s the same link we have with teenage parents.
We love them well, but they also feel embarrassed.
Remember the night of nights, when your parents came to look for you?
An embarrassing, complex moment,
For everyone.
It is clear.
In other words,
It means that the countryside,
That small rural towns,
The so-called tacky county,
You will not be worthy of the talent of being born there.
I think it’s a very broad idea,
And very sad.
I do not think the grass will be greener elsewhere,
Especially if we live in Overne.
I think in particular that we are in the process of attending Instagram syndrome,
It is the contemporary result of who has already been there
In classical literature.
Instagram syndrome, meaning we all have filters in our heads,
Which ignites what we recall Paris,
As soon as we talk about the capital.
Filters on the pictures that come to us,
The places we can visit,
The cafes where we can sit,
The people that we can discover,
Filters on the dream of this gorgeous evening
Where we meet the person who will change our lives,
In the Parisian surroundings.
This ocean, I do not even know if it exists.
I do not even know if there is currently, this ocean,
Because I preferred to stay on the edges,
quietly.
Why, my dear Clermontos,
Should you be left to succeed?
Why do you have to give in to imagination
The biggest departure?
after every thing,
If we reach this success point
We can only do what we want,
It also seems to me that we can do it where we want to.
In this question,
There is still the idea that Paris will be alike
The cause and effect of success.
It’s a bit silly, a little anyway.
It is a bit silly because today,
We can write a book from anywhere.
Even in very remote areas
Such as Cantal or Brittany,
We can write a book,
And send it by mail all over the world
The amount you will always be cheaper
From the cafe on the terrace to the Rue de Rivoli.
We currently have the means
Let’s do what we want where we want.
I think what surprises me most,
How many times, sometimes,
We are uncomfortable with the place of birth,
With a place to learn,
As if, for others,
For a look at the outside,
As if staying at this place,
He also had a childhood stay,
Staying in the teens,
Reject growth into adulthood,
In the same movement, he denies the possibility of success
Or the possibility of failure.
I believe that today,
Real success,
Is to be able to say:
“I have means to choose the place where I feel good in it,
I have the strength to go where I want and stay where I want to. “
Honestly,
I do not think personal success is a matter of place
But the place we choose, him,
Is a matter of personal success.
thank you thank you!
(clap)
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