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Even in France, politics are traditionally left-wing and it is fashionable to be anti-Sarkozy. But the so called "caviar-left", that is, the snobbish, stiff upper-lipped kind disgusts me, it is hypocritical.
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Alessandra Martines: Parigi premia il mio talento ma l'Italia spesso mi ignora, Corriere della Sera, (8-26-2008)

 

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