Malraux’s Militias and the Clandestine Brothel
An Excerpt From My Memoirs
We decided we had to find Malraux at once in order to tell him that the situation was getting out of control. We looked for a taxi, but as there were none to be found, we brazenly stopped a police car and demanded to be taken to the Ministry of the Interior.
The policeman, after inspecting my passport with an expression of complete disarray, drove us to Place Beauvau, where we were told that Malraux had already left and was probably on his way back to his own Ministry of Cultural Affairs.
Once again, we stopped a police van and ordered them to take us there, and once again, quite incredibly, they complied. The heavily armed concierge opened the gate and took us to the Chef de Cabinet’s office.