““Derrida had not seen the child again, apart from one completely chance encounter. One day, coming out of a plane in an airport in the south of France, he recognized Sophie Agacinski, Sylviane’s sister, and her husband Jean-Marc Thibault. Jacques was about to greet them when a young boy ran up to hug them. No doubt about it: this had to be Daniel, who had come to spend a few days’ holiday with his uncle and aunt. At the same moment, the three adults understood the situation: without knowing it, Daniel and Jacques had just been travelling in the same plane. As if at a loss, Derrida turned away.””