Jérôme Cahuzac, confessions of a hunted man

HASOn the phone, he replied with a somewhat enigmatic text message. The idea was to meet him to talk about the hunt he was the object of, his life after the trial, how he now bears the gaze of people. Has he rebuilt himself, has he found prospects, joy perhaps? Jérôme Cahuzac did not say no. He replied, more or less: yes, he felt like game, but who were the hunters?

The “game” sits in a deserted cafe in 6^e arrondissement of Paris, on a Saturday morning in June. For game, he is doing quite well. He is sharp, in a light shirt without a collar, Veja sneakers on his feet. He just turned 70, went through hardships to take a man away, and yet he’s still equal to the one we knew in his heyday, in…