All things considered, all this resembles these demolitions in the cities, which seemed immutable hitherto, disparait suddenly, time is thus, once the milk poured in the coffee, it is more possible to return neither to the black coffee nor to milk, a bar of building is dynamited and the horizon is released not keeping more trace of the lives which had piled up there, in the beautiful medium of the sky. desordre, via Google translate

Then, beautiful landscapes of a gray beach, interspersed with people, and then: the eviction of some sans-papiers who had settled in a building for some ten years:

I have shame

I have shame

I have shame to be French.

I have shame to live in a country governed by a government of extreme right-hand side.

I am ashamed of my impotence.

I am ashamed of my complete inaptitude in front of these worthy people to whom I can only offer one very momentary word

I have shame that it was almost necessary to draw me by the sleeve to go to see with my eyes so much infamy, to be the witness for it, because when Anne-Pauline said it to me, I was occupied doing a little electronic mail.