flowers in the dust

I don’t know about you, but for me, this dam that was blown up in Ukraine in order to do “maximum damage” (about twenty villages were flooded and there are thousands of evacuees) practically blew up my own dike. There are news like that (that we probably listen to a little too much) that make us despair of the rest of the world, that throw a leaden screed on the millions of actions that will never make the headlines and that deserve so much be brought to light.

In this strange time when it is recommended not to do sports outside and when we rejoice at the idea that the weather forecast is going to be bad, there would nevertheless be many medals to be awarded, starting with all those heavily dressed anonymous people (from here, from South Africa, from New Zealand and even from Australia!) who are fighting the monstrous fires that are engulfing our country” from coast to coast “. Even that I would award one to the Minister of Public Security François Bonnardel (I know, I know, he is paid for that, but he is at the forefront of all the disasters — and God knows they follow one another! — with a presence and a poise that makes him alone enhance the whole of the political class).

But it’s not really flower time. And my burning lungs are perhaps a little too crying. One thing is certain, we will definitely need a lot of courage to continue to move forward serenely in this world that is increasingly dizzying…

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