Isn’t the use of the term migration in the first place the subject of a blatant and criminal human hypocrisy? Who is on which side of which border? Who are we (from a "better" side) to deny the moving of the other (from a "worse" side), my human alter ego, not less or more migrant than myself in this world? Who among us does not come from some place other than where they stay, lodge, live, dwell?
What if we changed our paradigms? What if, to start this third millennium, we dared to turn around and make the train of mankind go forward in another direction? To replace the measurement scales, which are too material, too economic, too comparative, by other ones that are less tangible, less quantifiable, at the risk of becoming more challenging and more fruitful…
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DecThe strangeness of the stranger: a refuge for oneself
Albert Camus reminds us that apart from a few holy exceptions, in each of us lies a little Meursault, "The Stranger". We can certainly identify ourselves, tell our story through a résumé, a LinkedIn profile, a Web page, a blog, or even an expression, the result of a long psychotherapy or of another resilient life path, but would we really be able to relate our share of strangeness, our share of difference, our share of uniqueness, that have taken refuge inside ourselves?
