At a time, in Europe, in particular, when the subject of "migration" is on every politician’s lips, and when, leading up to Morocco, the Global Compact for Migration continues its preparations, it seems that, with every passing day, "migration" is more and more "sacred"...

It's as if everybody was trying to voice their opinion on "the subject" without really getting to the heart of the issue.

Certainly, some of us, at some point in time, will experience a migration said to be "forced", an exile, in which one’s freedom will be greatly restricted; certainly, some of us seem to have or to give themselves the authority to speak about "it", but, in the end, who, better than I, can speak about my journey, about my migration?

Actually, wasn’t I born a migrant, the product of a migration which preceded me up to the day of my birth? I entered into a history of humanity where my journey and my life can only be "migration".

Therefore, to varying degrees, you, like me, are experiencing this fact, this reality of being born a migrant.

And, besides, radically, too often tragically, our migrations make our births real.

Then, without further delay, without an academic or political explanation, I will be able to be in tune with our migrant condition, yours and mine, without excessive hospitality, but simply recognising, like you, that I was born a migrant.

Gilbert