When A Country Is Strong... It Accepts

I Don't Like This World. I Definitely Do Not Like It. The Society In Which I Live Disgusts Me; Advertising Sickens Me; Computers Make Me Puke.

I've Lived So Little That I Tend To Imagine I'm Not Going To Die; It Seems Improbable That Human Existence Can Be Reduced To So Little; One Imagines, In Spite Of Oneself, That Sooner Or Later Something Is Bound To Happen. A Big Mistake. A Life Can Just As Well Be Both Empty And Short. The Days Slip By Indifferently, Leaving Neither Trace Nor Memory; And Then All Of A Sudden They Stop.

Last Election Shows That There's A Big Discrepancy Between Two Parts Of The Country. That Discrepancy Also Exists In France, But We've Had The National Front For Forty Years, And It Only Took Trump One Year To Get Elected. Very Fast. That's The Surprising Thing. In France We Thought Everybody Liked Obama, But Maybe The Media Were Lying. Maybe They Didn't.

Father Died Last Year. I Don't Subscribe To The Theory By Which We Only Become Truly Adult When Our Parents Die; We Never Become Truly Adult.

Those Who Think They Know Me Are Simply Lacking In Information.