En finir avec Eddy Bellegueule

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"I ran away suddenly. Just the time to hear my mother say What is the moron here? I do not want to sit next to them, I refused to share this moment with them. J 'was already far away, I no longer belonged to their world now, the letter said. I went into the fields and I walked a good part of the night, the cool north, the dirt, the rapeseed smell very strong at this time of the year. entire night was dedicated to the development of my new life far from here. " In truth, the insurrection against my parents, against poverty, against my social class, racism, violence, habits, was only second. As before to rebel against the world of my childhood, it is the world of my childhood who rebelled against me. Very quickly I was for my family and others a source of shame, and even disgust. I have no other choice but to flee. This book is an attempt to understand.