The French use the phrase “great” and “great”. And “greatness” is more than any other people with those of “Great Britain”. General de Gaulle was more keen to talk about the “greatness” of France, and after that the French became dealing with their country as one of the major countries, or the first in the world. The British refer to their country by the simple pulling name “UK”, and the imperial titles in the world were sent to the circle of ceremonies, except from some countries such as the “Great Libyan Socialist Jamahiriya”, which blended the revolution with the congregations, and owned by the home of its inhabitants.
Under the title “French tragedy”, Franz Olivier Jebeler, consisting of 495 pages, released the “Intimate History of the Fifth Republic”, is in fact his professional history as a friend of presidents since Francois Mitterrand to Emmanuel Macron.
The first and most important impression is that the biggest absentee in this political arena is greatness and talking about it. There are many regular events and ordinary people. There is a hateful president, many minor, named Nicolas Sarkozy, who refuses to speak to the writer. Jembeer does not leave a doubt that his favorite president was Jacques Chirac, the humble, humble, who calls the journalist to the Elysee in a hurry. Jerabir is attending quickly, and when he enters the president’s office, he finds him standing waiting for him, and he asks him: Did you want to tell me something? Sherk answers with all seriousness, of course. I wanted to say: Jeber you ..
There is Edwar Baldour, the prime minister, the arrogant himself, to a funny degree.
Jeber collects his memories from here and there, in order to prove that France is truly in distress. He is often using his rulings with a witness from the elite people. This witness is only his mother, a professor of philosophy and a prominent academic competence. Jebel decides to return to his mother and stand when she thinks about political differences. He is always keen to hint on the wealth of his personality. He is from an American father, and he lived for a period in the United States, but his image was overwhelmed as a writer of France and the phrase that Shirac described when he called him in a hurry.
* Quoted from the London newspaper, “Al -Sharq Al -Awsat”
