From Ode to joy (his) when he took office at the Elysée, with a surge of joy (ours) at each new somersault so as not to leave the scene.

Emmanuel Macron is like the flea on the stage: he cannot be seen from the audience – also because he does not exist – but can be sensed through the art of mime which reflects his evolutions in the air, including somersaults, pike dives and pirouettes.

Macron was the last great example of “parallel convergence” between right and left. France and at the same time Europe. Poet with soldiers, and soldier with poets. Friend of Putin from the first hour, et en même temps friend of Zelensky in the second.

In his own way, the jupitérien president succeeded in his aim of bringing Russians and Ukrainians to an agreement, not in resolving the conflict as he had hoped, but through two neologisms dedicated to him. According to anthropologist Emmanuel Todd, in Russia, macronit it means “to speak uninterruptedly and in vain”. In Ukraine, macronites means “expressing concern without doing anything.”

Arriving at dusk, Macron discovered the Scottish shower: hostile coldness at home, warm crowds abroad. On September 23, 2025 he was stuck in Manhattan traffic due to the armored motorcade of his American counterpart. Rather than wait, he got out of the car and continued on foot towards the hotel, letting himself be lulled by passers-by who recognized him.

After that heady experience, the Latin phrase “nemo propheta in patria” took on a second meaning: not only “no one is a prophet in his own country”, but also “the little fish Nemo crossed the ocean and became legend.”

PS: the image is inspired by Keith Haring.