lundi 25 février 2013

On the other side of the sea

In french here (link)

The sewage (shit) in one river (Cèze) in some villages 
 (1700 people here), in Cévennes, a beautiful 
country nevertheless (link)


Those who profit also, directly, (next towns and villages downstream) and further beyond the sea, everywhere and everybody... 

dimanche 24 février 2013

Michelle Ribot

A woman in a village in Cévennes, Michelle Ribot, 64 (right) seriously ill (!) is fighting against her town hall just in order they respect the environment law about water (here, the shit of sewage seems to go directly in the river -link with video-.) Lot of diseases here (cancers), pulmonary, skin and intestinal diseases, diarrheas and so on..)

vendredi 22 février 2013

Antioch, 1098



The Crusades.. During the siege of Antioch, the Crusaders, starving, would have eaten of Turkish prisoners, so other "infidels" could see the "show" from the ramparts. They have spit roasts them. Since then, a Turkish expression says "do not run, there is no crusaders behind you".

jeudi 21 février 2013

Marie Trintignan (a french actress)

 Killed by her companion. From these, we talked, we talk and we'll talk again. What about 146 others/year (in France only)?

mercredi 20 février 2013

mardi 19 février 2013

The path of cross, a ceremony in China according to someone


A new career


Tribulations of an unemployed woman (educator 54 years old!) in a french employment agency... who is offered a position of stripteaser [naked or topless dancer (!)] Good ! Exactly what she was searching. A new career for her! A star is born !

vendredi 15 février 2013

mercredi 13 février 2013

Richalsoshitinthewater !

Stern figure !!

The Little Mermaid, contemporary version 
Elsewhere also people shits in the water. Not only here (in Cévennes). The rich also ! and more, of course, they are rich. An example : yatching. To prevent bacteria to invade the hulls of boats, they are painted every two years with an extremely toxic product that is spreading in the sea and kills all living organisms. 
 

mardi 12 février 2013

The little girls-slaves of the "Magdalena Sisters" and here of the "Mary pure conception Institute"

En français ici (lien)

"I'm sorry for those people who have lived in such an environment," said Tuesday, 05.02.2013 Irish Prime Minister. A little short! "The state should provide her the best possible support" he added. A little vague. They live mostly in the England and refuse to return to Ireland.
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Slaves of Magdalena
Sisters Convents
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Between 1922 and 1996 more than 10,000 of women were interned by order of the court, the state (26%), the Church of their own family in convents-prisons "Sisters of Magdalena Laundries". They are thoses that nobody wants, single mothers, disobedient girls, prostitutes, orphans, children born out of wedlock, from incest, rape. Sometimes placed at an early age, the girls had all their lives to wash clothes for bourgeois families, hospitals and army without eing paid or hope to get out one day and most of them died here. QUESTION: WHO AND WHERE IS MONEY they brought?.Margaret was one of them. Arrival in "prison" for 2 years and 4 months in 54, she was called "Magdalena N. 322". Before 5 years, she prepared breakfast for 70 children from 4 hours of morning, knew nothing of the outside world and do not know what is money. She became pregnant behind these high walls (deliveryman, laborer, rape?) but her twin had been removed to her at 7 weeks... and 23 years later, found her because or them who research their mother... and she died in 2003 to 51 years.
 
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For the opposition and associations of victims, "I'm sorry" is wrong, almost an insult. May be the minister is frighten of having to pay compensation to the survivors who, for the most part, do not ask anything because they often do not want the family they have succeeded in founding know the truth about their past?
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 HERE NOW THERE A LITTLE TIME (EN 58).IT IS THE SAME; GIRLS AS VIVETTE, ABANDONNED IN RELIGIOUS COVENT [AFTER LEARNING TO READ, WRITE ] ... SPEND ALL THEIR TIME SEWING, WASHING, COOKING AND SERVING THE "LADIES" [THE RESIDENTS OF THE SAME AGE THAN HER? BUT WHO PAID, FROM GOOD FAMILY] WHO STUDIED NORMALLY AND BECAME DOR INSTANCE DOCTOR, WOMEN OF SIGNIFICANT OR PROF? THE COVENT STILL EXISTS. AND IT DOES NOT HAPPEN IN THE LAST CENTURY BUT IN 1958. MONEY REPORTED BY THEIR WORK? [THER ALSO SEWED FOR CLIENTS OUTSIDE] THEY NEVER SAW THE COLOR. THEREAFTER WHEN THEY WERE 16 YEARS, THEY BECAM SERVANT. GOOD FAMILY ASKED THE CONVENT. VERY RELIGIOUS? HARD WORKERS,  THEY WERE PARTICULARLY APPRECIATED.

Rape, 2 victims, one, 80 years old, the other, 26



lundi 11 février 2013

Rape, murder, rapist, murderer (of women)

Not the physical that one thinks. Perpetrators and victims.

We have to end with the idea that the rapist looks like a brute, a beast and the victim, a sexy woman (teaser) ! 

Rape is an act of war, not sexual.

The best way to become pure and chast








dimanche 10 février 2013

Denis Mukwege, a man apart


Reporters - RDC : Denis Mukwege, le docteur qui... par france24

A man apart



A rare mention here of this gynecologist who risks his life to "repair" women raped, mutilated, Congo (Democratic Republic), a miracle he has escaped a bombing (his bodyguard was killed before him) but he returned anyway, knowing the risks involved "because he missed wounded women at one point he did not suspect." He is supported by his Protestant faith as he says (he is also pastor!) -. Well, if it comes from there, nothing to say. And some links about it in bulk..

http://solidairealia.blogspot.fr/2012/12/excision.html



Chokri Belaid and Besma Khalfaoui



Besma Khalfaoui, wife -and now widow- of Chokri Belaid, tunisian activist against islamists who in a video, called openly to his death... murdered the day before yesterday (lien.)
 



He knew he was in great risk to be shot but continued to fight without weakness.. (no protected by the power who now cries crocodile tears over his death!)... and died.

samedi 9 février 2013

Cévennes, the water of Cèze


Rien ne se crée, rien ne se perd par heleneLARRIVE

Une rivière qui coule dans la vallée... et de ça de là dans des villages, des égouts qui s'y jettent. 
A beautiful river flowing through a valley and from side to side, sewage (shit) which drains in it. 
J'avais l'habitude de m'y baigner tout le temps. 
I used bath here all the times.. 
L'eau semblait claire et pure. 

The water seemed clear and clean. And one day, I caught a staphylococcus (not too serious, I probably have lot of "antibodies" because I still bathed in it during all my infancy). So does my dog. (But it had to be operated.) 
Et un beau jour, j'ai attrapé un staphyllocoque. (Pas trop grave, j'ai sans doute des anticorps car je m'y suis baignée durant toute mon enfance.) Mon chien aussi. (Mais lui a dû être opéré.)
I understand now why. 
Je comprends maintenant pourquoi. Une femme d'un village, Michelle Ribot, (malade, sérieusement) a eu le courage de faire un référé contre sa mairie afin que les canalisations soient refaites.  
A woman of a village, Michelle Ribot, photo, ill (seriously) has had the courage to pursue her town hall so that the pipes should be repiping (remake). 
Merci à elle.
Thank's to her.

jeudi 7 février 2013

The rat, the most extraordinary animal for poor countries and everywhere !


 The rat, the most despised animal as was the cat in the Middle Ages, massacred, burned, tortured is also one of the most intelligent and resourceful... and affectionate. Africans have understood this and use it as a mine detector and diseases with greater success than lab technicians and their microscopes. It is also a way as said an "master rat" to restore this animal the most discriminated its rightful place in the minds of human and nature. Note that the poisons used to kill it everywhere are more dangerous than it is, they are the labs producing and selling these products who exagerate its supposed danger (more psychological than real, because it is a symbol of dirtyness even if it is very clean) in order to make money.
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dimanche 3 février 2013

Malala, 2 monthes and 20 days after



A long operation... in order to reconstruct the skull exploded by gunshot to her head she has survived, a miracle. Watch the video (link in English) where the surgeon explains what he is going to do.But now, as Aliaa, as lot of women, she is "condemned" to live all her life under "high security"... what is necessary but awfull*, a virtual prison for life. For her, never more rides with friends or alone, never ballads in the countryside or by the sea, no more spontaneous decision to visit a place or a friend by a beautiful sunny afternoon, never a pot on a terrace to decompress after a hard day... NEVER more and forever, and she's only 16!

* For having lived with a body guard only 10 days, I can say that can make you crazy. No privacy, it's like being "married" [but with someone you did not choose] one feels like a child under the guidance of an hard mother, night and day, everywhere...  you have to request authorization and inform for all what you want to do.. It is almost natural that suddenly... you escape ! fake company to guard (!) just one hour, just to go for a coffee in a smoky tea room full of "normal" people (but after, you have an hard bust up on your ears! because he is not glad at all, normal!) Think that Malala will live like this all her life!

vendredi 1 février 2013

Proust in Cévennes

"The search of the lost time." (Proust, a french writer, who said that, eating a madeleine, a french cake -picture- with a cup of tea his mother gave him because he caught a cool, he suddenly remembered all his enfancy in Combray*). One has the "madeleines" that we can. Mine is coal mines in Cevennes, but I can't recognise anything.

 Mining villages in escheat. My memory 
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... and the reality now. Sad.
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*"The search of the lost time"
 -Marcel Proust- (abstract, the "madeleine")

Combray, the room of aunt Léonie

"There were already many years that of Combray, nothing existed for me when one day in winter, as I got home, my mother offered me to take a cup of tea. She sent for one of those squat, plump cakes called Madeleines and soon, overwhelmed by the dreary day, I raised to my lips a spoonful of tea in which I had soaked a morsel of the cake. At the moment the warm liquid mixed with the crumbs touched my palate, an exquisite pleasure invaded me, isolated, whose I did not know the cause. At once, it made me seem the vicissitudes of life indifferent, its disasters, innocuous, its brevity, illusory, similarly as love. I ceased to feel mediocre, contingent, mortal. Whence could have come to me this powerful joy? It was connected with the taste of tea and cake but exceeded it infinitely. I put the cup and turned to my mind, overtaken by itself; to search? not only : create. My mind is in front of something that does not yet exist and that only it can bring into the light. An unknown state of felicity, clear, real. Something in me moves, rises, undocked of great depth, I do not know what it is, but that rises slowly, and suddenly the memory revealed me.. the taste was that of the little piece of madeleine which on Sunday mornings at Combray, when I went to say hello to her room, my aunt Léonie offered me after soaked it in her own cup of tea. The sight of the little madeleine had not reminded me anything before I tasted it... but when, from a distant past, nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things have disapeared, more fragile but more enduring, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, the smell and taste like souls remain unabated pasted with the vast structure of recollection..."