In his Takimag column, our insightful doctor recounts an encounter with an angry and opinionated Parisian taxi driver who dreams of heading back to his parents’ homeland of Algeria.

He seethed with real anger and even hatred. From the political point of view, it hardly matters whether this anger or hatred was justified; its existence is what counts. Like many resentful people, he believed that he had been given nothing. The fact that he had had a good education (on his own account), and that he owned two houses and a car by the age of 27, without assistance from his parents, who were too poor to give him any, counted for nothing in his mind.