Illustration : Milan Kundera tells us: the more serious the question, the more humor should be invited !
Like a novel …
In 1974, I am ten years old.
My father is a doctor and heals with phage therapy.
When phages disappear from drugstores, my father starts growing them in the lab he sets up in the old garage next to his office.
I become a doctor and continue the underground phage culture.
We live near a border and explain to patients that phages come from abroad.
An absolute miracle is that we are never worried by the “authorities”.
We have lived in fear.
Le Monde Science & médecine N° 200 where we find an allusion to the clandestine practice of phage therapy.
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