bidussaBy David Bidussa*

Every now and then I have the feeling, but maybe I’m wrong, of being a fortuitous survivor of a flood. Therefore, wherever I am, I’m forced, as Sisifo by Albert Camus, to endlessly push the boulder of memory and understanding up to the ungrateful mountain of public oblivion. Or perhaps, more simply, this is the task of the historian, in the time of the alleged preservation of all what happened in the past in a cloud.

*David Bidussa is a historian of social ideas.