Brexit

So, this is it. The UK opted out.
Catastrophe, opportunity ? Dunno. There have been many arguments on both sides, and honnestly I don't have enough sight to judge.
So, farewell Britain, so long and thanks for all the fish.
Yet, I can't suppress a weird gut feeling. Maybe because I believe in the EU. Being born in France, having studied in Germany, lived in England and married a Czech woman, I think Europe is a concrete, useful thing, and not just a "complicated, bureaucratic, ambitious, overbearingly irrational and consistantly irritating institution". Free movement means something. I owe the EU my wife, my job and many years of my life. So this "leave" feels like a parental divorce: there may be good reasons behind, but this just feels wrong.
Now, whatever happens, I can do no more but wish all the best to my British Friends. Friendship doesn't need political agreements anyway, and unless the Brits drag their island far away in the Atlantic, it remains in Europe.

Choosing our weapons

As the week begins, France wakes up with a strong hangover and a big pain in the ass. And with around 130 people killed in the centre of Paris, it already thinks of revenge.

Without any doubts, many will now wave the flag of hate, and our ears will be filled ad nauseum by the exited barkings of extremists of all kinds: the scavengers, moralists, politics that will point at muslims, migrants, pacifists. The ones that want us to close our land and build a stronghold with walls as high as their stupidity to keep at bay the ones that flee the same danger than we faced last friday.

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Why I have decided not to become a Shaman

One of the things I have always liked is to go for a stroll through the woods, just looking at trees and listening to birdsongs. Having a family house in the “Black Woods”, a small area lost halfway between Lyon and Clermont-Ferrand in the heart of France, forests have always been a place I could call home.

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