2023-05-06 10:00:10
“We meet on the first day of the 6e, during a sports class, and Florian became my best friend right away. We spend our days together, we always sit next to each other. So much so that I get used to having his shoemarks on my pants, because he always crosses his legs the same way, one foot resting on the knee, right next to me.
I came to this college without knowing anyone. In primary, I was in a small rural school, one of those schools that our parents had attended before us, and their own parents before them. France of Little Nicholas. All my friends went to the public college in the neighboring town, except me: my mother had understood that, to escape social determinism, you had to leave. That’s why I find myself in a wealthy private college in the suburbs of Bordeaux [la ville et les prénoms ont été changés]. I am 11 years old, I begin my road of class defector without knowing it. I am the grandson of peasants, I live in open country; Florian, he comes from the provincial Catholic bourgeoisie, he lives in town. He wants to get rid of this label.
We spend years like this, sharing our passion for Tarantino films, for the Bordeaux football club, or the French touch. My name is Florent, he is Florian, everyone calls us the “Floflo”. We experience first times, pastries, crummy loves. For him, the parents’ divorce, for me, a change of high school after I was pushed out. Next came higher education, law for him, science for me.
With the end of adolescence, we break out of the mould. Gone is the end of strict conformism, make way for personalities that are forged, opinions that assert themselves. From a political point of view, Florian and I are both starting from the center, for the 2007 presidential election. Little by little, we are taking different directions. Its middle bathes on the right, I drift gently towards the militant left.
From frivolous to deep
He takes up residence in Paris, settles down with his partner. Me, I have always moved a lot, but never in the capital. I hate this city. What I need is a bike and mountains. With the first jobs, life as a couple and geographical distance, our relationship changed. But it remains daily, an uninterrupted discussion thread, on different media according to the times: SMS, Facebook, WhatsApp, e-mail. Our conversations go from frivolous to deep, sometimes in the same day.
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