I'm a working-class nobody whom David inspired to believe she could become an anthropologist. I was dreaming about writing under his guidance one day. Is there anything I could do for you right now? Anything at all? Besides holding you in my breath, with all the love that I have?
I wouldn’t have never believed I could do anthropology if David hadn’t gone through the pain of talking on national French radio despite their super patronizing and aggressive questions; and him remaining confident in his work, life experience and people surrounding him. The email wanted to ask him to supervise me as PhD student although I still hadn’t any fundings nor any uni to join – just a very strong feeling, just very stubborn ideas