The failure occurred when my brother was incarcerated. I refused his departure, perhaps than before because all kinds of small revolts had accumulated. And his accomplice in the smuggling of cars has been released him: he belonged to the SAC [the very misnamed Serv ] this civic action, the big arm of the Gaullist party of the time – Ed]. It may be too small injustice. The SAC also recruited many rogue cops than willing to serve low to works of the Gaullist party, to provide information to the police while pursuing their own abuses freely. It was filthy! I was part of a generation of marginal left, who never committed certain things. It was anti-drugs, for example. So, my brother has never driven. He wanted to escape. And I wanted him to escape because he had asked me. Historically, literally, a prison, it is to escape. Look at Monte Cristo, Vidocq… When you enter a prison as a visitor, we have one wish, that of escape. Prison is a world of smells, bad smells musty, dirty, poorly flushed bleach. This is an untenable world through its atmosphere, its guardians..

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