I was born in Paris, in the working-class district of Montmartre, a famous hillock, full of budding artists, from where I inherited a free spirit. I come from a large family. My parents sold fruits and vegetables. Of modest means, the son of immigrants, like my brothers and sisters, I worked from the age of 15, a custom of the time.Born in the era of black and white, I experienced the evolution of the colorful modernity of the media and society.After basic studies, I found a job as a small office worker in different companies, until I was 18. Boring and dead-end, these jobs devoid of gratification nevertheless allowed me to escape. By taking to the road, I exchanged time of obligation at the office for the enriching adventure of traveling. I could finally experience freedom.First step towards escape, I discovered realities that were foreign to meWanting to know the hidden meaning of these social realities, May 68 called everything into question, I enrolled in sociology at the University of Paris VIII, Vincennes, France. This avant-garde place, a lair of Parisian intelligence, allowed me to perceive things differently.Married in Paris to a Quebecer, who became the mother of our two children, I continued my life in Montreal, where I became a high school teacher and then a university teacher.Rewarding and prestigious, teaching is a rich experience, but often sanitized. Locked in the closed world of books, knowledge has clean hands, but usually, it has no hands at all. I had to go further, to rub shoulders with social realities.Enlightened by my new partner, we founded a clothing company in Montreal that integrated design, manufacturing and sales, through a chain of boutiques. I was the designer, my wife was the director and organizer. It was a mixed success. Montreal is not central to the fashion industry, but we marked the period with critical success, surprising media coverage. We inspired vocations. Our openness inspired young designers.This clothing project was extended by an industrial investment, the takeover of knitting factories in France. Integrated company, Immense park of knitting machines, vast clothing workshop, working with the greatest European designers, we helped to keep the knitwear industry in France and created many jobs.Once the project was completed, after six years of expatriation, we returned to Montreal where our family lived.Not used to doing nothing, I set up a new clothing company in Montreal: Ellezam Design Inc. This initiative did not last, but a new experience appeared in my itinerary with its ups and downs, like any life.With the wealth of a varied existence and an original itinerary, I have returned to writing sociology books, on the subject of the power of women and its original importance in human evolution.To broaden my social involvement on the international scene, I have just started a project for a more humane and social industrialization of Africa. The program is called Foundation Jardin Sirocco. The main objective is to re-green the Sahara, which is why it is called Green Belt.Disturbed by the despicable genocide perpetrated by the Israelis in Gaza, I felt obliged to denounce this identity theft. The will of the bloodthirsty colonizer to conquer ever more territory, in the name of the Jews, hurt me.Zionism is not Judaism. It constitutes its perversion. As a Jew, it is abject that people are killed in my name, copying the Nazis. My book denounces this imposture, the appropriation of Judaism by Zionism. Judaism is the bearer of light, Zionism is only hatred and darkness. My work: Israel: Murderous Innocence, relates this duplicity. Sociology is a combat sport. If this knowledge does not take sides, it is only sanitized literature, an unacknowledged form of complacency.Read more about this authorRead less about this author