The song When men will live on love has not aged a bit since its creation. Too bad that the “but we, we will be dead, my brother” still has to sing its impotence under the noise of the guns.
Saturday evening on TV5, “in support of Ukraine”, it was disturbing to hear a choir of young boys and girls singing these words. We wondered what emotion everyone would keep deep in their hearts. Where will they find their hope for a better world? A great sadness lingered in the air long after their little recital was over.
Buying is voting. Laure Waridel, co-founder of Équiterre, has been shouting it all over the place for years. Coffee, chocolate, yes, but directly from the peasant producers to eliminate the chain of intermediaries.
Yes, there is a price to pay for the fair cost of often organic products from producers who have freed themselves from the Monsantos of this world. There is also a price to pay for the global hoarding of short-lived Chinese goons of all kinds sold as necessities for our happiness. Yes, respect for the planet and support for small producers have a price.
It’s up to us to bear the cost by refusing the lure of cheap beauty made in very far in Mandarin.
It is up to us to support a democracy attacked by its neighboring brother at the hands of a Putinian oligarchy accustomed to thriving on lies. Let’s assume the high price of gasoline, we have a roof and heating. To support our Ukrainian brothers and to try, with our meager means, to save their democracy, is to bless and cherish ours despite its imperfections.
For the reception of Ukrainian refugees, if we rely on the treatment of Lebanese refugees, which can be described as a snail operation by its slowness, it is to be hoped that the bureaucratic machine will be relieved.