Quelque part dans le ciel, entre Paris et Oslo Photo by Christelle Hayek on Unsplash Parka noire et sac de voyage. Un grand sac bandoulière en cuir. J’ai laissé tomber les valisettes à roulette, pas assez nostalgiques. La magie d’un autre temps qu’enveloppe ce cuir tanné m’inspire, malgré son manque criant de roulettes qui me casse les... Continue Reading →
On a cold Christmas eve in 1914, somewhere in Europe Photo by David Ballew on Unsplash My friends. My brothers. The mightier the adversity, the faster the peel, and it looks as though the layers are indeed peeling off, one after the other, and fast. Assertiveness, confidence, politeness, civility. Gone.Kindness, humor, sympathy. Gone too.Carelessness, compromission, cowardice, greed. Yup,... Continue Reading →
Or how the current situation is a reenactment of a dark chapter in our history Photo by Birmingham Museums Trust on Unsplash I have just read a very interesting article by Martin French on Putin’s recent nuclear threat. A very thorough analysis you should probably read. It triggered a thought association process in that little head of mine. A... Continue Reading →
"Things were better before, man"... I can see where you're coming from dear friend. Indeed, the past decade or so has been everything but a walk in the park. Economic crisis, terrorism, natural disasters, outbreaks, you name it. Nostalgia aside, I guess however that you should measure the "better" part of your statement by the... Continue Reading →
1990, vers février ou mars. La dernière phase d'une guerre qui gronde depuis 15 ans. Dans la salle de séjour, entre deux sifflements d'obus, un papa, une paire de ciseaux à la main, découpe un bout de carton en petits confettis qu'il colorie ensuite en noir ou en rouge. Ainsi émergent un roi, un fou,... Continue Reading →
They are too strong, tool powerful for us mere mortals. They pledged allegiance to gods too vile, to masters too dark. They have taken our jobs, our homes, our families, our dreams, and trashed them on the altar of Filth. Photo by Jo Kassis They have branded us with the shameful iron of the corrupt... Continue Reading →
I heard it for the first time eleven years ago, on a Wednesday evening in Abu Dhabi. It felt like a call. More than a call, an invitation. A portal to end-of-19th-century Paris. Don't ask, it just took me there. To a place and an epoch close enough to our time to make the French... Continue Reading →
Dictators? Well here's one with style: Gaius Julius Caesar, main antagonist in the "Asterix" comic series, also incidentally a Roman general and one whose legacy led to the relegation of the Roman republic to a mere slogan and the rise of an empire which would hold for the next 14 centuries. Not bad, considering that... Continue Reading →
I met him many years ago. I was new in town and like most people missing home, I would go there looking for, I don't know, solace, or maybe memories. I found this old piano instead. He was sitting in a corner of the western lounge in the Lebanese parish of Our Lady of Lebanon... Continue Reading →
The Idea Sounding Board 