You talk to us about blood…
That a soldier felt this blood flowing from his body but he did not see it, no one saw it, the invisible blood from which he emptied himself… This soldier was called Eliron Mizrahi, who had fought 186 days in Gaza, leading a Israeli army bulldozer, was killed last June, and the World who tells me his story tells me that his friend Guy Zaken who was the co-pilot of their bulldozer, later testified before a parliamentary committee, and said that in Gaza, Israeli soldiers had to crush Palestinians dead or alive by the hundreds …
Le Monde does not specify that Guy Zaken in his testimony did not say “crush Palestinians”, but “terrorists”, the word is not indifferent for this man… He also said, Guy Zaken, I read it on the CNN website, no longer being able to eat meat which reminded him too much of what he had seen in Gaza, using the same word, “meat”, to describe the bodies and blood of war victims, “ours” and theirs,” he added…
And I could apologize for imposing this on us at the start of the week when I could have been frolicking with happy footballers, on the front page of Team Rabiot and Digne of the French team which defeated Italy, or no less beautiful, on the front page of Courrier Picard, the heroes of Liancourt-Clermont, winners of Brétigny in the Coupe de France, who in the next round will go to play Rouen-Quevilly…
But football doesn’t change anything about wars… And on the Haaretz website which is a newspaper guardian of the Israeli conscience and which does not make a headline on Israel’s victory against Belgium, I see a fierce and proud teenager in football gear called Naji, who played defender in the club from his village in the West Bank, who dreamed of going to a football camp in Jordan like his big brother before him, but who one day left his match to go throw stones and Israeli soldiers killed him instead of him. stopped, then broke the arm of his father Nidal who wanted to advance towards his son’s body…
I wonder what the Haaretz article changes in Israeli opinion – what do we, journalists, change? I also wonder what the young soldiers who shot Naji and hit Nidal were thinking…
The Le Monde site partially answers this question, by recounting the suicide of a bulldozer driver, and by meeting two Israeli soldiers, returning from Gaza, victims of post-traumatic stress, who are learning to live again, to drain their fear and violence, in a ranch near Tel Aviv, created by an Israeli of Argentinian origin, in contact with horses. They talk about a war where danger is everywhere, the enemy has no uniform, and the kids, the kids from Gaza, we don’t understand if they pity them or if they were afraid of them, and who say, “We are monsters to you, aren’t we? “. And the newspaper, and psychologists, explain to us how we can be both victim and executioner.
We also talk about a mosquito…
A mutant mosquito, be careful, a humanoid mosquito, a dengue child (dengue like the disease, not madness), who survives and plays a video game in a slum two and a half centuries after us, 2272, in what was the Argentina and which became an archipelago of puny islets after the waters released by the melting ice engulfed Buenos Aires and Patagonia… It’s Mediapart which reminds me of this absurd funny science fiction adventure imbued with gaucho-punk spirit, said the Spanish newspaper El Païs, gaucho not being a political category but the mythical horseman of Argentine culture… The novel is called “The Childhood of the World”, translated by Christian Bourgois, its author Michel Nieva, Argentinian living in the United States, translator of Heraclitus from Greek and Faulkner from Dixieand also occasionally designer of video games…
But what makes this story curious and intriguing to me is that Nieva accompanies his novel with an essay, which follows it, a novel and an essay in the same volume, he sees a coherence… The essay is titled ” Capitalist Science Fiction”, Nieva denounces the appropriation of her literary art by billionaires who draw from it the arguments for the technologies they concoct, Nieva targets Elon Musk, who would have found in Asimov the idea to make us migrate into space, and which on this earth contributes to ravaging the soil for its electric vehicles. Nieva wants to bear witness to the territories that are disappearing and wants to suggest to us other utopias…
We find Mr. Musk, target of two Libération forums, where two well-made heads from the CNRS, the mathematician David Chavalarias and the biology researcher Florence Debarre, invite us to organize our departure from says Florence Debarre, a precious work tool, but one that Elon Musk has enslaved to his causes and the triumph of Donald Trump…
The letter traditional, open up again, life sciences, medicine, double licenses from the university… As for the money, well, to keep its rank and secure in particular a nice building for maths, 200 million from its donors, its alumni network…
And we finally talk about a fern…
A hair fern of a rare species found in Bois Bryat in Revin, and whose presence tells me in the Ardennes, is delaying the work of a hoped-for planned recycling center – we will have to move the fern before building the future…
Could Frédéric Douchet, mayor of Grandvilliers in Oise, be inspired by this patience? of which the Courrier Picard tells me that he wants to move the big market in his town from Monday to Saturday, so that working people can go there, to the market… Not stupid but…
But Monday is the day when the Royal Market comes from Rouen, which sells fruit and vegetables and which on Saturday is in Elbeuf, so it would no longer come… Monday is the day of the elderly of the retirees to whom the traders bring the basket home, the Monday market is Grandvilliers itself. The town was created in 1212 by the abbey of Saint-Lucien and the Monday market began in 1213, can we thus abolish 812 years of history?
I read in the Picardy Man that Frédéric Douchet, therefore the mayor, is from a political dynasty, his uncle Arthur was mayor of Thieuloy-Saint-Antoine for forty-seven years, he Frédéric was born in Thieuloy-Saint-Antoine but studied from kindergarten to college in Grandvilliers, then he wandered around for studies and work in Normandy and the Paris region, he was in the civil service and set up consultancy firms, he returned to be elected in the town of his childhood, I asks if there is a temptation to enter into history…
