My first visit to the French Institute dates back to 1975. At that time, it was called the Institut Français d’Haïti. It was two years before my exams to obtain my primary school certificate, and it had been decided that I should go to the Institute’s library on Saturday mornings. Suddenly, I became acquainted with thousands of books and hundreds of readers interacting in a living silence. Unforgettable.
It was on that occasion that I received my first identity document that truly belonged to me: my library
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