The first name: “My first name, Kristina, made me a good little soldier of meritocracy”

Heavy to carry, banal or original, object of pride or shame... We all live with a first name. Yes, but how? Kristina, of a Portuguese mother and a Serbian father, was born in Paris in 1975. It was a classmate who made her understand, with contempt, that her first name labeled her as “coming from elsewhere”.