Mr. Chairman, I am
a letter - as someone said that today would be confused, or amused at all, go figure - but to be honest (do not lie makes light), it is not envy that choke.
We write to people we love in general - or to Taxes, Social Security ...
You give a book seems even more ridiculous. And yet, let's sport, let's noble, I send you a letter and a book. (To continue on these beautiful rail franchise, my approach is in reality neither sport nor very noble: I have a good reason to send you the book and letter, I come in ten lines.)
To which is the book I chose Nightmare , David Goodis.
First because I like the title (I am under no illusions, I know you do not read so much that everything fits in the title), then because David Goodis is an excellent writer , it does not run cemeteries, and because it is a whodunit (it reads like a fairy tale - illusions, let me go), and finally because it is the story of a miscarriage of justice.
And now the subject of my letter, that is why, after thinking "I have nothing to say to Nicolas Sarkozy," I replied "But if, of course, if potatoes. "
Last week, I drank a shot down at me with Julien Blanc-Gras (which I recommend - I am Don Quixote - the Gringoland ) when, after a question about his looks a little concerned he told me about his friend Romain. His friend
Roman is a young man all he is most calm and friendly (as Julien, besides, who would not hurt a fly drunk on the edge of his glass), son of teachers Valenciennes (I wonder why I said: it may be the son of violinist and robbing little old, but still, "son of teachers Valenciennes," I do not know, it raises its young man), music journalist and jailed for four months in Fleury- Mérogis.
imprisoned after arrest and trial in immediate appearance at events following your election.
It reminded me of something. I heard on the radio that put in the shade, yes, it seemed to me - this "expulsion" of society. I obviously found it expedient and severe, to remain measured, but I did not know exactly what was going on.
Here is the small, sad history of Roman ...
May 6, Romain, 29, son of Valenciennes teachers and music journalist, visited Place de la Bastille to protest, peaceful expression (which is allowed, I think) his disapproval, his dismay and concern at the announcement of election results and taking power of the new President (you). He does not like your program, or your personality, I do not know - anyway, it's not nice for you, but it is not banned, I'm sure.
However, in late evening, excited, mad, thugs, breakers, took the offensive, bombing, troops of the task order, bombing, the bazaar is cataclysmic: Roman, who has not the soul warrior, decides to return home. That's better, it will be quieter. On leaving, he picks up a stone in memory of this fun evening disaster (he makes collection - it's not good, in my opinion, disturbing to note this peculiarity, that's insane, almost psychotic, I smell a revolt latent, hidden, passionate type in secret by the protest, the bad element that will one day do us harm (this is not right, the stamps? boxes of Camembert, it has at least tried?), but again, the train Franchise should not stop at the station of Fear). So he starts en route to his home (he lives near the Hotel de Ville), but access to the Place de la Bastille are blocked by police barricades.
Romain, son of music journalists and teachers Valenciennes, comes with a cord so blandly CRS, as it has the right, his hand still paved (tear gas having awakened his asthma, he had no any doubt over his head).
He jumps, is thrown to the ground, a large heavily shod foot crushes his face (and glasses) cons a manhole, he was taken, carried away in custody to view, passes twenty-four hours the filing of the Palais de Justice (delicious, one suspects, in a cell he shares with six defendants few philosophers, and with only companions comfort, for twenty-four hours, a jar of applesauce and a small bottle of water), and immediately tried by. He arrives at court in a pitiful state, incredulously, in a nightmare. An undercover officer said he saw throwing three stones ("unable to say whether these stones have met or injured policemen"), Roman denies that - several witnesses at the scene could support his statements (Romain is honest Romain is a friend of the franchise - perhaps the police too, after all, he could be wrong), but these cookies will not be heard, no nothing else to do, Let's Get carbide, is that the public way that is not funny. Move on, witnesses. The Roman lawyer, who probably has lots of qualities also suggest he does not play the rebel, heads down and "thank the police for having arrested before he committed the irreparable . (The guidance counselor of the brave man does not only triumphs to his name.)
Roman, who sees his only ally that lawyer (who must say vaguely in the fog of unreality that time, if has been arrested before he committed something, that he has done nothing), relies on his guard and repeat the phrase. A moment later, the case is folded, Romain is propelled towards Fleury-Merogis four months firm.
Well done, we have had is resolved, under your applause.
He did not appeal because the process is long, and it would in any case his sentence (punishment, retribution) before the second trial.
So of course, Nicolas (here I put a hand on your shoulder, depending on your method now legendary), I am aware that this is not you who sent this brave boy innocent spend the spring and summer in the shade in a cage. But you know what that is, the euphoria of victory, the desire to please the leader, the consciousness of being backed by the power: stories for razzle-l'oeil, spirit Cador, a brave boy innocent, whose only fault was protesting against you, finds himself locked up for four months with guys who have violated their neighbor or smashed the head of a passer.
It seems that it is not particularly strong, Romain. Immersed there, it will taste. He enjoyed, at I write - 7:30 am. It may leave traces (four months is more than enough to leave marks), it will come out damaged, or at least changed. All this, this pseudo justice in the Middle Ages, this sequestration of a young man captured at random, for what? To make a good impression. In a crush
to impress others.
Nightmare, nightmare. You will not read Nightmare , David Goodis. You do not release without doubt the Roman on a whim without charge. But if you could think a little bit, if only two minutes tonight before you sleep, that would be it gained for your consciousness - that of France, so if I understand.
Hoping to spend a long time between the cracks, please accept, Mr. President, my greetings distant.
Philippe Jaenada *
last novel published Life and Death of the blonde girl, Paperback (2006)
a letter - as someone said that today would be confused, or amused at all, go figure - but to be honest (do not lie makes light), it is not envy that choke.
We write to people we love in general - or to Taxes, Social Security ...
You give a book seems even more ridiculous. And yet, let's sport, let's noble, I send you a letter and a book. (To continue on these beautiful rail franchise, my approach is in reality neither sport nor very noble: I have a good reason to send you the book and letter, I come in ten lines.)
To which is the book I chose Nightmare , David Goodis.
First because I like the title (I am under no illusions, I know you do not read so much that everything fits in the title), then because David Goodis is an excellent writer , it does not run cemeteries, and because it is a whodunit (it reads like a fairy tale - illusions, let me go), and finally because it is the story of a miscarriage of justice.
And now the subject of my letter, that is why, after thinking "I have nothing to say to Nicolas Sarkozy," I replied "But if, of course, if potatoes. "
Last week, I drank a shot down at me with Julien Blanc-Gras (which I recommend - I am Don Quixote - the Gringoland ) when, after a question about his looks a little concerned he told me about his friend Romain. His friend
Roman is a young man all he is most calm and friendly (as Julien, besides, who would not hurt a fly drunk on the edge of his glass), son of teachers Valenciennes (I wonder why I said: it may be the son of violinist and robbing little old, but still, "son of teachers Valenciennes," I do not know, it raises its young man), music journalist and jailed for four months in Fleury- Mérogis.
imprisoned after arrest and trial in immediate appearance at events following your election.
It reminded me of something. I heard on the radio that put in the shade, yes, it seemed to me - this "expulsion" of society. I obviously found it expedient and severe, to remain measured, but I did not know exactly what was going on.
Here is the small, sad history of Roman ...
May 6, Romain, 29, son of Valenciennes teachers and music journalist, visited Place de la Bastille to protest, peaceful expression (which is allowed, I think) his disapproval, his dismay and concern at the announcement of election results and taking power of the new President (you). He does not like your program, or your personality, I do not know - anyway, it's not nice for you, but it is not banned, I'm sure.
However, in late evening, excited, mad, thugs, breakers, took the offensive, bombing, troops of the task order, bombing, the bazaar is cataclysmic: Roman, who has not the soul warrior, decides to return home. That's better, it will be quieter. On leaving, he picks up a stone in memory of this fun evening disaster (he makes collection - it's not good, in my opinion, disturbing to note this peculiarity, that's insane, almost psychotic, I smell a revolt latent, hidden, passionate type in secret by the protest, the bad element that will one day do us harm (this is not right, the stamps? boxes of Camembert, it has at least tried?), but again, the train Franchise should not stop at the station of Fear). So he starts en route to his home (he lives near the Hotel de Ville), but access to the Place de la Bastille are blocked by police barricades.
Romain, son of music journalists and teachers Valenciennes, comes with a cord so blandly CRS, as it has the right, his hand still paved (tear gas having awakened his asthma, he had no any doubt over his head).
He jumps, is thrown to the ground, a large heavily shod foot crushes his face (and glasses) cons a manhole, he was taken, carried away in custody to view, passes twenty-four hours the filing of the Palais de Justice (delicious, one suspects, in a cell he shares with six defendants few philosophers, and with only companions comfort, for twenty-four hours, a jar of applesauce and a small bottle of water), and immediately tried by. He arrives at court in a pitiful state, incredulously, in a nightmare. An undercover officer said he saw throwing three stones ("unable to say whether these stones have met or injured policemen"), Roman denies that - several witnesses at the scene could support his statements (Romain is honest Romain is a friend of the franchise - perhaps the police too, after all, he could be wrong), but these cookies will not be heard, no nothing else to do, Let's Get carbide, is that the public way that is not funny. Move on, witnesses. The Roman lawyer, who probably has lots of qualities also suggest he does not play the rebel, heads down and "thank the police for having arrested before he committed the irreparable . (The guidance counselor of the brave man does not only triumphs to his name.)
Roman, who sees his only ally that lawyer (who must say vaguely in the fog of unreality that time, if has been arrested before he committed something, that he has done nothing), relies on his guard and repeat the phrase. A moment later, the case is folded, Romain is propelled towards Fleury-Merogis four months firm.
Well done, we have had is resolved, under your applause.
He did not appeal because the process is long, and it would in any case his sentence (punishment, retribution) before the second trial.
So of course, Nicolas (here I put a hand on your shoulder, depending on your method now legendary), I am aware that this is not you who sent this brave boy innocent spend the spring and summer in the shade in a cage. But you know what that is, the euphoria of victory, the desire to please the leader, the consciousness of being backed by the power: stories for razzle-l'oeil, spirit Cador, a brave boy innocent, whose only fault was protesting against you, finds himself locked up for four months with guys who have violated their neighbor or smashed the head of a passer.
It seems that it is not particularly strong, Romain. Immersed there, it will taste. He enjoyed, at I write - 7:30 am. It may leave traces (four months is more than enough to leave marks), it will come out damaged, or at least changed. All this, this pseudo justice in the Middle Ages, this sequestration of a young man captured at random, for what? To make a good impression. In a crush
to impress others.
Nightmare, nightmare. You will not read Nightmare , David Goodis. You do not release without doubt the Roman on a whim without charge. But if you could think a little bit, if only two minutes tonight before you sleep, that would be it gained for your consciousness - that of France, so if I understand.
Hoping to spend a long time between the cracks, please accept, Mr. President, my greetings distant.
Philippe Jaenada *
last novel published Life and Death of the blonde girl, Paperback (2006)
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