More than seventy-three years after the publication of The Plague, it is strange to hesitate at the front door of the 67, rue Arzew, the main boulevard of Oran, and to repeat that it is necessary to coat the hands with disinfectant. Because it is in this building as Camus imagined the Evil and campa of the characters dealing with the improbable. It was there that he lived in the early 1940’s, after his marriage with Francine. It is surprising to realize that the contagion is still possible, it pours now out of the novel, invisible and backstab, it leaps from the paper to the skin, oozing out of s…
