Schyzophrenic moments

I visited a friend this week end, whose companion is from Lebanon, a Christian Lebanese. On the friday call he had with his parents who are still there, he learnt that the Christian district has been bombed, as well as two bridges of these places, so you can imagine the new difficulties created. His father (a surgeon who can’t work anymore), also reported worrying info of died people arrived in Hospital, but whose death causes are totally unknown : they are literally melt inside, without any traces of external burning (skin and shirt intacts !). On the Sunday’s call (they call each other every day), the parents were “laughing” telling some absurd silly story of a death they had in their neighbourhood; the crazy effects of the instinct of survival…

Now it’s only my point of view, and sorry if I dare talking of this with my limited vision, but even if I guess much more complex and obscure geopolitical strategies are concerned, I can’t stay indifferent. As far as I see, beyond the fight to destroy terrorism (which seem to have just the opposite effect), it’s clear that we’re simply attending the destruction of an entire country.
It may be stupid to notice the following minor aspect compared to the deaths and many other problems all around, but it somehow woke up brutally my unfortunately accustomed-to-those-TV-visions conscience : just think about the less “serious” event, the oil slick.
It is that in France we had been particularly sensitized to these ecological catastrophes that came more or less after accidents, and which results were a real calamity for the seacoasts life and economy. Now what are we supposed to think about oil stocks consciously bombed and causing those irreversible pollutions ? And it’s just an absurdity among others. It seriously stinks, and I feel scared of what might happen in more directly concerned people’s mind, there in Lebanon and neighbour countries. Calling miracles…



Apart from that, life goes on. The weather is much more bearable now and I had a pleasant green and cool week end with those friends and the cat - named Izmir yet very nice ;o).
Eating too much, enjoying walks and bike rides in little villages around Nantes, on the edges of the little river La Sèvres like here in Clisson.Mamma mia, I’d forgotten that climbing slopes on a bike is so torturing, the guys of the Tour de France really must be crazy !!!
This was also an occasion to see my compatriots on their “summer holiday” mode : sandals, shorts, poussettes and all children outside, releasing a totally different impression than when you meet them the rest of the year… that’s also life . It’s the Nantes railway station yesterday : the empty quay is for a local destination, the crowd behind the glasses is going toward the other quays for more faraway destinations…

And all this reminds me Trénet’s old famous song :
Douce France - (Sweet France)
Cher pays de mon enfance - (Dear country of my childhood)
Bercée de tendre insouciance… - ( deluded with tender unconcern...)