Almost thirteen years ago, he published in this same magazine a column entitled "Sympathetic potatoes." And in a way, it may be his continuation that he has begun to write now: Sympathetic children. On this occasion, as stated in the previous title, you talk about the role of your child, and, as on that occasion, some have recently found you sympathetic. On the street. For a walk.

The mother goes in front of you during the second hip intervention affected by osteoarthritis, in a wheelchair. The chair is just a matter of a few weeks: they have already done routine tests before entering the operating room. Despite its short duration, it has been a long time to receive your child's social gift. You can go home responsibly -- not your mother's, but yours -- for the fame you've earned in the modest work you've done. In these cases, the aisa enters the pulmonary cavities of the well-gazed person.

He was a sympathetic father for a past season and is now a sympathetic son. It is difficult, and also unpleasant, to give up an unbeatable social category. Number of applause and awards for being a man.