"For a long time, I thought that I was the only person in the world to know Camus, to truly understand him, and that he wrote only for me. He consoles me. I understand him better than anyone. Others can't really understand him–they haven't experienced what he and I have experienced... Poverty, an illiterate mother, the pain of being torn between our original environment and the one to which we have access. But also the pain of being torn between two countries: France and Algeria."