Summarize this content to 2000 words in 6 paragraphs in Arabic Unlock the Editor\u2019s Digest for freeRoula Khalaf, Editor of the FT, selects her favourite stories in this weekly newsletter.Ever since I was a kid, people have always told me that I looked like someone else. When I was younger, I looked like Waldo from Where\u2019s Waldo. Or Shaggy from Scooby-Doo \u2013 I got that a lot. I think I have quite a cartoony face. As I got older, I\u00a0turned into Novak Djokovic. I don\u2019t really see it myself, but we do share some characteristics: the long face, a strong chin. It\u2019s obviously flattering. Djokovic is one of the best tennis players in the world. It\u2019s not like being compared to a serial killer or a former dictator.I get mistaken for him about twice a week, and it\u2019s usually the same exchange. Someone will say, \u201cHas anyone ever told you\u2026\u201d And I\u2019ll nod, \u201cI get that a lot.\u201d I live in Paris, so people stop me most frequently during the French Open, in May and June. I shaved my head a few years ago, so we had the same haircut. I walked past this guy on the street who said \u201cDjoko?\u201d and because I\u2019m so used to it, I\u00a0turned around and waved. Then I had to apologise. He was very disappointed: \u201cI really thought it was him.\u201dIt happens everywhere \u2013 on the Eurostar, in bars, on holiday. One summer several years ago I was in Italy with my family, eating lunch at a restaurant, when the owner came over to our table and started talking to me in Serbian. The weirdest place was at a nightclub in London. I was attending a club night for deaf people that had been organised by a friend \u2013 the bass was stronger, the floor was elevated, scents were being sprayed to heighten the senses. Most of the crowd was deaf. The whole night, people were mimicking playing tennis around me, and I could not understand why \u2013 until I realised that they were trying to tell me I looked like Novak.Even Roger Federer noticed the resemblanceThe selfies are a relatively new development. Last summer I was in a bar in my hometown, L\u2019\u00cele d\u2019Yeu, a tiny island off mainland France, when a group of people in their 50s insisted on selfies, even though I kept telling them, \u201cYou know I\u2019m not Novak Djokovic, right?\u201d People often say this strange thing: \u201cLet\u2019s get a selfie \u2013 just in case.\u201d I always oblige, but I find it awkward. It\u2019s obvious I\u2019m not him: I\u2019m usually smoking a cigarette, I have tattoos, I\u2019m out at a bar drinking alcohol. But they really insist. \u201cWe\u2019ll tell our friends that we met Djokovic tonight.\u201d Most of the time I just smile. But the last two selfies I had to do, people asked me to look more like him, to do a face that he would do. One of them said, \u201cDon\u2019t smile, because you look less like him. Do this face. Your profile is less like him, face the camera\u201d \u2013 so now I\u2019m even being directed.It\u2019s strange pretending to be someone that everyone knows you\u2019re not. I\u2019ve never used it to get a better table or an upgrade on a flight: I\u2019m too honest. I\u2019m also terrible at tennis. I\u2019ve been following it a little more since 2012, when I was first mistaken for him by a group of guys outside a pub in London. (The fact that I was wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses seemed to make them more frenzied.) And my stepmother used to be a professional tennis player, so every year my family has a tradition of watching the French Open together. I guess because of the resemblance, I decided I was going to root for Djokovic. My stepmother is more of a Federer fan so we have a gentle competition. On an existential level, being mistaken for a world-famous tennis player has allowed me to make a clear judgement about how people perceive\u00a0me. Djokovic is not an ugly man. It\u2019s helped me release some doubts about my appearance. My husband Nico finds it hilarious, because he\u2019s a big prankster. If we\u2019re in a public place and people are looking at me, and you can tell they\u2019re wondering, he\u2019ll scream \u201cNovak, Novak!\u201d across the room. The real test was when I was photographing Roger Federer last year. I had planned to mention the Djokovic resemblance in a light-hearted way, but the beginning of the\u00a0shoot was quite intense, and we didn\u2019t get to chat. After\u00a0his first look he went back to his van to change and said to his assistant, \u201cDid you see the photographer? He looks exactly like Novak.\u201d He was the first person who actually knows Djokovic, who has spent time with him and\u00a0sat in front of him, to spot the resemblance. I realised there really must be something \u2013 not just a drunk person in\u00a0a bar! I think Federer thought it was quite fun to be photographed by his frenemy, but he didn\u2019t mention it to me\u00a0directly \u2013 he\u2019s too polite.Has it changed the way I take photographs myself? Not really, although I do find it\u2019s a good anecdote that can help put celebrities at ease when I\u2019m photographing them \u2013 a party trick to make people feel comfortable in front of the camera when I don\u2019t have a lot of time to capture the shot. It\u2019s also given me renewed respect for famous people because I recognise how exhausting it must feel to be happy and polite all the time, and to have your photograph taken constantly. I\u2019ve seen celebrities recently where people don\u2019t even ask permission for a photo: they just stand next to them, snap a selfie then step away. There\u2019s not even an interaction. And I sometimes channel Novak\u2019s\u00a0mindset when I have a particularly challenging shoot coming up. I think, \u201cHe can do anything he puts his mind to, and so can I.\u201d I\u2019m quite bad at sport, but every time I photograph athletes or sportspeople, they seem to transfer the respect they have for Djokovic to me. When I photographed the French fencer Enzo Lefort for HTSI ahead of the Olympics last summer, for example, it created a little respect and distance. I\u2019m always rooting for Novak, and want him to succeed. So when he does things that I don\u2019t necessarily want to be associated with, I think, \u201cCome on Novak, you can do better!\u201d But he recently did a nice shoot and interview for GQ magazine and he came across well. I thought, \u201cI\u2019m proud of you.\u201d I also thought: maybe I should try a yellow sweater.Photographing Djokovic would be fun. I\u2019ve often wondered if we would have that moment you see in the movies, when twins meet for the first time and it\u2019s as though they are in front of a mirror. Perhaps it would be like meeting a long-lost brother. I feel like I know him, which I know sounds weird. I actually don\u2019t know much about his personal life \u2013 I don\u2019t spend my life Googling him \u2013 but I still feel like I\u2019m close to him because we share these physical traits. He is part of my life somehow. What would I say to him if we met? I\u00a0guess just thanks for being one of the best athletes in the world because it\u2019s really helped me too. And of course, it would be great to finally be the one that gets the selfie.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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