I am at your bedside. What happened to you? Where is your resplendent face from the years when my cousins, behind the Iron Curtain, looked at you with envy? The truth is that you were abandoned. Left to yourself or rather to those who, in recent decades, have taken advantage of you, rather than growing you. You allowed yourself to be married like a rich heiress. Today, you no longer have a penny.
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We never stop wanting to take away your memory, your history. However, when you love someone, you don't change them! But we don't love you. And your lovers all wanted you to be like them. That you resemble their politics. Did they even understand what politics was? Public affairs? What situation do we find ourselves in today? Three airtight swimming lanes. My cousins no longer have an Iron Curtain. They live in prosperity. So we criticize them. Resentment is simpler.
Let's restore the truth. It is in you, dear France. Help us find her. And to say it
But it can lead to wars. So, what to do? Let's start looking at you. To draw from the depths of your origins. Of the fifteen centuries of your civilization. The one who built cathedrals with arrows that pull us upwards. Why did you denigrate this? For what bad reason, today, are French people moving away from it? Let's restore the truth. It is in you, dear France. Help us find her. And to say it.
