Donât come to France anymore.
Paris is no longer Paris.
I know you dream of visiting Paris, the city of light, the capital of France, the city of fashion and romance.
But Paris, like France, is dead.
And this is a French woman telling you so.
A French woman who loves France.
Now France -and especially Paris- has become dirty. Rats are on the front page of the TV news. And I'm not talking about Remi, the nice rat from "Ratatouille"! No, I'm talking about dirty, crawling rats, swarming between your feet when you walk in Paris, Toulouse or Marseille. Big cities in France. Rats that are no longer afraid of humans and that come out in broad daylight, slaloming between your feet.
France, it's also the electricity cuts. Yes, our government has decided to cut off our electricity. Starting next week, the French government -the president of the Republic Emmanuel Macron and all his ministers- will cut the electricity in all France. Because the country no longer produces enough electricity. So, in the middle of winter, early in the morning and in the evening -when it is dark- the French will be deprived of electricity. No more lights in the houses, no more security alarms, no more drinking water, no more traffic lights on the roads, no more cars allowed on the road, no more elevators, no more lights in the streets, no more electric cooking plates, no more school in the morning, no more electric heating, no more emergency numbers to reach the police, the SAMU and the firemen... The French government will plunge France into darkness.
Hospitals have no more space. The French state has eliminated hospital places and pays health care personnel so poorly that no one wants to work in the medical field anymore. Hospitals are so overcrowded and there is such a shortage of staff that they can no longer treat all the patients who come in, and patients die in the corridors without being treated, after hours of waiting.
Insecurity is exploding, people have their throats cut and stabbed for a glance, a cigarette, a cell phone. Women are raped in the street, in hospitals, in the middle of the day. It happens now every day, and several times a day, from Paris to Nantes, through Rennes and Toulouse.
Schools are like hospitals: they too are overcrowded. There are too many students, and not enough teachers. The French state is obliged to recruit adults without the teacher's exam and without a diploma, and to put them in front of the students without training. The level of the students is collapsing. Nobody wants to be a teacher anymore, because this job is very badly paid and society despises teachers. Violence against teachers is skyrocketing : teachers can no longer teach normally without being threatened with decapitation, without being victims of physical violence or death threats. And the French State refuses to protect them, and the institution hides these violences, which only appear in the news.
The standard of living of the French is collapsing: the price of foodstuffs is soaring, while salaries are no longer keeping up. The downgrading of the standard of living rots the daily life of the French, who have more and more difficulties to fill their fridge and to pay their heating.
France welcomes migrants, left to their own devices, without infrastructures to welcome them with dignity. They are on the streets, taking drugs, trafficking or committing crimes. Or they suffer from a life of survival, under a bridge, in a shantytown in the middle of Paris. And French justice does nothing about it.
In France, the police no longer intervene in case of theft or burglary. And if you defend yourself, the delinquent or criminal will press charges against you, and you will be found guilty. The justice system releases criminals, and even multi-recidivists are free. There is not enough room in prison anymore, and there is not enough jails.
Do not come to France anymore. Because the France that you dream of, that you were sold, this France no longer exists.
Pass the word.
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Jâai craquĂ©.
Pour le voyage en Italie, juste avant NoĂ«l : jâai ajoutĂ© un bagage en soute.
On part 6 jours. La compagnie aĂ©rienne nâincluait gratuitement quâun minuscule, ridicule, insignifiant « bagage » (ça tient plus du sac) Ă main.
6 jours. En Ă©tĂ©, oĂč tu vis en maillot de bain et short, tongs aux pieds et oĂč un tube de crĂšme solaire et de la Biafine composent tout ton essentiel, câest jouable.
En hiver, oĂč tu dois porter un Thermolactyl diffĂ©rent tous les jours, oĂč les collants doublĂ©s en polaire ont la taille dâun chat adulte, et oĂč tu en changes tous les jours (je sais, avoir de lâhygiĂšne, ça prend de la place), oĂč tu dois porter des manteaux (pas tous les jours le mĂȘme), forcĂ©ment, ta valise prend rapidement des proportions dignes de la caravane des Rois Mages.
Et ne nous mentons pas : le plaisir des vacances, câest aussi de faire de jolies photos souvenir. Donc, si câest pour avoir la mĂȘme tenue sur toutes les photos, câest dommage. Une tenue par jour (ou varier les accessoires si on porte toujours le mĂȘme manteau) permet de varier les tenues, et de rendre le sĂ©jour plus mĂ©morable : on se rappelle toujours mieux de la journĂ©e, quand on sait que toutes les photos avec la robe rose ne se rapportent quâĂ une seule journĂ©e. Le parcours de ce jour-lĂ se remĂ©more plus aisĂ©ment en rĂ©unissant les photos avec la mĂȘme tenue. (Quand on a des trous de mĂ©moire, ce qui ne mâarrive pas encore, mais que mes gĂšnes nâhĂ©siteront pas Ă mâinfliger.)
Et puis⊠il y a des destinations qui se prĂȘtent tout particuliĂšrement Ă une dĂ©bauche vestimentaire. (Bon, il y a aussi des ĂȘtres humains qui utilisent absolument TOUTES LES DESTINATIONS, TOUTES LES OCCASIONS pour transformer la vie en podium -oui, je suis de ces ĂȘtres humains.) Apparemment, lâItalie est du nombre. Tous les guides que je lis dĂ©crivent ce pays comme un haut lieu du style, oĂč les gens aiment se saper.
Jâaurais donc tort de me priver.
Et je vais ĂȘtre totalement honnĂȘte : avec mon handicap et mes problĂšmes de santĂ©, je ne voyage pas lĂ©ger. De nombreux dispositifs de santĂ© que je suis obligĂ©e de trimballer pour ma motricitĂ© prennent de la place. (Les compagnies aĂ©riennes devraient accepter de transporter gratuitement les amĂ©nagements mĂ©dicaux nĂ©cessaires aux handicapĂ©s et personnes avec des soucis de santĂ©.)
Et je vais pouvoir emporter de belles robes de soirĂ©e ! On sera Ă moins de dix jours de NoĂ«l, on sera en vacances en amoureux, dans une des plus romantiques, des plus belles villes du monde, et on va en profiter pour se faire de bons restaurants. Donc en profiter pour porter de trĂšs belles tenues -dâautant plus que beaucoup de restos romains recalent les clients jugĂ©s trop nĂ©gligĂ©s- est plutĂŽt un plaisir !
Une des robes (pas avec ce cardigan) que jâenvisage de porter -cadeau de Naf Naf
Donc je suis passée de la mini mallette aux propositions dérisoires à la confortable valise en soute !
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Tenue du jour :
Robe : Collectif Clothing
Collants : Calzedonia
Souliers : André
Veste : Ralph Lauren (vintage)
Boucles dâoreilles : Les NĂ©rĂ©ĂŻdes
Gants : Accessorize (chinés)
Broche Marie-Antoinette : Boutique des Musées nationaux
Broche clé, foulard, sac et broche noeud, wristcuffs, béret : chinés
(Pas de maquillage, mon acnĂ© est de retour đđđ, je veux laisser ma peau respirerâŠ)
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