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Scream

When I was a teenager in a previous life, when I was a young girl fresh from 17 years and that j 'I watched the horror movie "Scream" at night with my sister when I felt the first chills of a thriller, I did not think would come the day when I really know what it is to fear, what it is to walk and turn around to make sure that the man I just passed is not going back to stab me in the heart, to strangle me, harassing me, to rob me, what do I know? Psychopaths do not miss down here in my Tunisia to me, to us! That Tunisia has become so hostile before January 14, last December because I already had the fright of my life. I walked into this dark street some twenty meters from the bus station Saadoun Beb and I saw that shadow that approached me. At first I did not pay attention, I told myself it's just a pedestrian crossed the street and walk in the same direction as me. But as the shadow followed my rhythm and especially when she started talking, I was afraid, the blood froze in my veins, I realized that this is not just a shadow, n is not just a soul who seeks to return home on that cold winter night, it's a malicious soul lurking around me, who speaks, who can make me what she wants! We were both alone in the street, I already saw the praises few meters but they were too far away, the man who came to haunt me was free to beat me, rob me of ... I do not remember what he told me exactly I thought type phrases like "do you want me?", "I like you" and I do not know what other oddities! I remembered with horror movies, and especially the bloody events of my own country, the kidnappings, disappearances, rapes, robberies that these are linked to a breakneck pace to the delight of people like Abd el Razzek and co! I thought that's how crimes occur: a lonely girl, a thug, a deserted street and voila! All ingredients of terror and crime were there! So I told myself that I'll ignore it (I'm good for that), but the station was still far away, so I do not know how I said pointing to my watch in a spontaneous gesture but oh so awkward, because my watch was signed and attractive, yet I was too scared to calculate my steps, I said it's getting late and I have to catch the bus! And there against all odds he stopped, he mumbled oh okay, okay! I then had time to look for the first time and saw a young man of about twenty years, maybe more, it seemed as lost, a little crazy! But I do not care, I was too happy save me free and run to the station! Thank God, I was more frightened than hurt!

But evil has returned, the evil is there, when I was in a shop today to shop (have to) and the teller was distressed, the rumors that Beb Bhar there are individuals armed with knives who damn scared everywhere, people were scared, shops began to close, it's raining outside, I have to go anyway when I'm done shopping. The metro is too risky these days (indeed there had almost no), taxis good luck with that, then I'll walk as usual. But the streets were deserted too, darkness threatened to settle in less than an hour, the few pedestrians that I met inspired me distrust and fear, just a man lingers a bit on my face that I stress, I felt thank you to chance, like a drowned threatened by the "Jaws"!

I know that freedom is very expensive to pay I have always been brave, I'm not complaining, as I much suspense, mystery and danger. But then I thought they would return to normal life, we would find our serenity slowly this time would be justified by a healthy climate of freedom, not a police force that wants to establish damn its "stability"! Mom just now told me in tears that she worries too much for us, we would like it goes any at work or at school my sisters and me, I tried reassure her that God will take care of us, that He will protect us, and we could not shut himself up among us, he had to life goes on .. but at the same time, internally, I thought: what if this time tomorrow I would not be me? And if mom would remember from this discussion as the last she ever had with her daughter Imen 28 years? And if it was my destiny to cross the path of a criminal ? And if it was tomorrow I'd go with terror and I uttered a scream inside because I'd be too scared to make a sound when you pick me? And if this time it's not just the "other" as evil happen?

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hate Scream Sunday disenchanted is tired, drugged, hypnotized, the bag FERVEX ® has typed it two hours ago is beginning to take effect, she stiffened members, she feels weak, depressed, but she must speak.

Désenchantée hate Sunday as foreign Camus the young Meursault hated Sunday, the sun too, as the Scream, the sun makes her nervous, it's because of what I'm in jail! Because the sun Mr Justice! The sun dazzled me when the gun went off by itself!

Oh and the fact Désenchantée regret not being a lawyer! She has never regretted that much these days of revolution, she knew she missed her vocation in a while. Her mother once said: you ought to be a lawyer, you still need the arguments! And this is that the idea has hit hard! Yes I have done an excellent lawyer, I was also very strong letters to high school, I read a lot, I could have studied law, well it's true I hate the "recitation" one must learn by heart the legal texts, etc., but I do not care, I would have managed with a little intelligence and of rapping language, "I am strong language so I could succeed in law school! Would have liked so disenchanted defend and fight for good causes, a legal career that would so tired because it is kind of all fire and flame it is hyper sensitive and she takes things very seriously, but at least she would have excelled in their field, instead of cold months in the offices of public administration. Not that she does not like an engineer, an engineering degree, but she would have done better as a lawyer, plus she loved the series Ally Mc Bill, then yes it made an excellent lawyer! She loves the concrete, save lives, solve problems, make a difference in people's lives, significantly! Rather work with a computer, manipulating data, writing reports, doing surveys! Not what she wants Scream is action, the concrete, face to face with others and with herself ..

She would have liked to defend the heroes of the Kasbah For example, she wanted to go there, participate, but she had not had the opportunity and that she really regrets! But she does not regret having gone to work yesterday, it was a memorable day! The Minister for Employment was in direct dialogue with young people unemployed, then what are the departmental officials who have spoken, everyone complaining, denouncing this or that problem. Especially a woman took the opportunity to denounce the cowardly behavior of the man working at the diamond jubilee cabinet that sexually harassed, and guess what? The man in question was there before everyone with his grizzled head, what am I saying? with his white hair betraying see exaggerating his 63 years, wiping these shameful accusations, trying to defend himself awkwardly, my God he is not ashamed? They asked him to identify before but it's still there, he still holds to his chair, he would have forfeited his place to another more deserving than him! A colleague then took the floor and asked the minister not to care too much about the problems of departmental management and especially youth unemployment, he said he saw people living in extreme conditions and there is his voice became shaky as he was shaken by the crying and everyone applauded, I told her congratulations to the exit, bravo for what you said, but basically I wanted to say bravo to be as human! : for to better serve youth, we must treat enormous flaws that exist in government! Moreover, I have seen colleagues say they hate their salaries because they are at the point of reading a newspaper and then go home! Why? Because we do not give them work, because we do not give them the opportunity to excel and use their accumulated skills after many years of study, such as CSP (advisor to public services ) people who are after the Masters three years in ENA they are paid during the years of study, they benefit from internships abroad, and in the end they are automatically assigned departments! Why is this mess? Why we come to the point of wondering if our salary is halal or not? Scream was very touched to hear his colleagues tell their dismay, to attend these shocking confessions of truth and honesty, it felt like to attend such meetings is seen in the U.S. series, such group therapy to a psychologist, she said then I'm not alone in having this kind of remorse? A feeling guilty because I have not produced anything for days?

What emotional day, and this minister so patient! He came within one morning to hear the suffering of old a few decades! Good luck with that! But thou shalt come, I trust you, I would have liked to talk to you too, talk to you about this dirty old who has not complied with my veil, which has not kept him for his arrogant comments to my address and that of my friends, I wish to speak directly to the old lick boots and say what you're placed right tutor? By what right you're allowed to "control" our place to talk about one of the most personal of an individual: the way he dresses! I wish to say so many things, but I did not! Why bother? my colleagues have said most of my thoughts, and I do not want to whine, the veil is an achievement for me, it's been that I no longer suffer discrimination concrete, plus I believe that the old vicious was sufficiently punished and humiliated like that, the woman from Sidi Bouzid did not really formed, and how! She arrived at the point of asking someone to accompany her whenever she had to go to his office ! And how, this time it has waited too long!

hate Scream Sunday at his heart there are still things which gnaw the upset, she feels like a itching, his head is heavy since December 2010, she suffered from itching primarily related to excessively long beautiful summer to winter in Tunisia that has not finished being consumed since the day a street vendor (not a graduate, when you're really poor we did not have the luxury of pursuing higher education) decided to sacrifice himself, Peace be to his soul. I close with one last itch, since the dream began Tunisia, I saw hardly anyone say "thank you God", we're still trying to glorify the people and forget that without the will of God, nothing this would have happened!

Why Is My Dog's Tongue Dark?

As promised, here are my treasures dug up at the festival of Angoulême ... First, two reproductions of watercolors by Kei Acedera that are of incredible print quality, you really look at the eye on it to see that this is not real watercolor ... so they are both work in the Burton film "Alice in Wonderland" (which I still have not had the courage to view, the poster is so ugly ...) Anyway I'm wonderfully happy!

Then two artists found at Nobrow Press ... I have not read any works, but I really flashed above:
Luke Pearson apparently signing his first comic. The colors are so beautiful! A good example for my poor attempts at colorization to the shelf ... and the little fox is adorable.
Finally, Jon McNaught that I think you it works in silkscreen on tiny boxes. Very graphic and poetic I'm a big fan!

Finally here what the wallet took a hit but ... for the trouble I'll make a good soup me. Good weekend!

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Angouleme, is a sport! Tomorrow I'll show you the treasures I brought back ...

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A search for a top-secret project that will know more about his fate after Angoulême ... For my part I go to the festival tomorrow and after tomorrow. Good week there!

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Dear diary 2

This is the sequel to Dear diary , back on a memorable day ...

Friday, 14/01/2011

past midnight, watching TV I watch these awe "Tunisian" I know not who came out to show their joy, their support for President, cars flashing, floating flags, smiling children shouting long life ... vampire, the sound of a darbuka, it reminds me of the crowd coming out to celebrate the victory of his club after a football match. I was incredulous, the Tunisian people is it so easy to please? Freedom of expression, media, crucifixion (simulated) Ammar 404 is really nice but is it enough to forget the blood in the streets naked and sad Tela and Sidi Bouzid has not dried yet? Does being able to access YouTube without a proxy is the ultimate dream of Tunisians, to which they aspire, and this is why they came out in thousands to streets of Sfax, Kasserine, Tunis, Monastir ...? My God it's still a comedy produced and well prepared, the flags are too clean, the posters are too new, children parrots sound too, it stinks the language of wood, it smells like purple comfortable faith, I am not dupe and I do not forget!

Hannibal TV for the first time we will speak with freedom, Lotfi Laaméri began by appointing members of the crime family, and Raouf Ben Yaghlène with his style so lively, animated by a commitment dating back over thirty years with his sincerity as an artist and human commitment, cries foul! Hope to see me finally returns to judge the criminals, my God it's still an achievement, turning what is history!

One o'clock, I lie, I had to wake up in five hours, I planned to go to work as a priori everything is under control and the people are "happy"! At seven hours here I am installed in the car next to my father that my mother shared with the chore of taking me all day at the station Jarzouna. The city was deserted, even the port which was usually crowded by huge trucks and semi-trailer was abandoned. The bus station was empty, too, closed, dark. We understood then that this day would still be special! Besides, they have planned a general strike. Back at home, with a clear conscience I found my bed to sleep a little with the intention of going home after my twin sister to login. Remember, since Sunday the connection with us has been cut or I need to know what is going to see pictures, I did not know then that within a few hours, one word will heal all ills, will break all habits: Get out!

1:30 p.m. I get off the taxi Jemil Menzel, I did not know I was as popular right here waiting for a dense crowd, men, boys, children and .. sticks. Many clubs, but I was not scared, I knew they were preparing for possible attacks, they were there ready to defend their possessions, their families, their country at the end! So I loved the show, I was excited, I knew that today more than ever something truly unique would happen!

At my sister between Al Jazeera and Facebook, I was excited all! Even the small Eya, my dear, to whom I give my life! We watched these incredible images of the Avenue Habib Bourguiba, we were very happy, that's the real Tunisia, the people are there united by its desire to change, to liberate, to overthrow the tyrant, we resolve to live on bread and water cool but not you stay you traitor! Get out of here! And a one voice of thousands shouted, repeating: Get out!

I do not remember very many details of the day, but I will never forget this band that appears at the bottom of the screen whenever there is an important event: it was announced state of emergency throughout the country, then the curfew! I'll never forget when my brother in law told us we had told the president left the country! With one voice my sister and me cried Nooo! How is this possible? It has really surrendered, decreased legs before this people great and indestructible by his will?! And immediately told us that bandwidth was going to announce an event of utmost importance! This time for sure there is any doubt! The president is out! The people have triumphed over its dictator, Bouazizi is not dead, it's us that we were in some way and his desperation, he opened our eyes to our sad reality. What an incredible intifada, what amazing people .. Al Jazeera announced by President Zine el Abidine Ben Ali has left Tunisia, it's official!

Then the trembling trio, dark, with Ghanouchi its many mistakes in Arabic we announced that the president left the country but he would not but stop lying haha! This time it's over 23 years of despotism, dictatorship he crowned with the innocent blood he has sucked like a vampire, he dropped his mad dogs on us to stigmatize the people's revolution, to show us that without him they sank into chaos, for a whole day tv7 kept showing us pictures of destroyed public property, no image of the martyrs, that they do not show it, not you mom had I not tell ? I knew that he, his game is all too clear, he has shown that it would stop at nothing to preserve his life and that of his family, we are lying on his truck 23 years, no! Not old tyrant, murderer, this time the people you said you do not want you anymore, get out Get out of here hahaha my God I can not believe it! Really gone? expelled from his country for ever? But he is a coward! Amina did you see? " Eya will live in freedom, free generation, even I am not disillusioned, I am thrilled by this incredible event that just happened, finally it was very easy to hunt, his triumph over tyranny, Allahu akbar and thank you God!

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Yesterday I heard an interview on France Inter Sfar, and the phrase interpelée me.
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How sad life, I'm dizzy, I can not stand to hear him, I can not stand waking up every day to remember what he did with all his atrocities, his treachery, his infidelity, I can not stand to hear shouting in the Tunisian TVs, in radios become call center looks like, I'm tired of hearing about democracy and freedom, it disgusts me see the traitors of yesterday turn their jackets as if nothing had happened, it saddens me to know that criminals have dodged, it disgusts me that only now being announced three days mourning those killed are now called martyrs, that God is more than ten days we are in mourning, not now that we will "remember" all those coffins! I am disgusted to see people stop complaining about prices, others cry foul at the blank year and then complain when we announce the start of school!

But what really kills me is that nobody talks about Islam in the middle of it all, everyone is calling for secularism as if religion was an entity which could easily separated, a physical thing you could store in a drawer and live his life, something so-called personal and spiritual which had no place in real life, political and social all in the name of freedom , then it is damned if it means denigrating their religion, to pass laws of the Divine, to make its own laws with all the imperfections own to Man, cursed be democracy if it means that everyone, even homosexuals have the right to do what they want to shame these people schizophrenic who lined up to buy some beer days after the fall of dictator shame that people with schizophrenia who said Muslim and who is the first to fight his own religion, to confuse Islam and Muslims, why when I speak about Islam you speak of Islam? How can you believe in God and refuse its laws? Where do you hold the claim to know Him more, power do without him for organizing your fucking politics. And what do you know about politics first? When I see the same leaders who yesterday spoke sports issues such club, resigned as coach and talk about politics today, that's enough to be disgusted, to see how point Tunisians love talking, yelling, barking of empty slogans, chew concepts they have mastered not even!

This last night I'm sick, sad, blind, rebellious, disillusioned, foreign and again more than ever, I have only my words and my tears to comfort me, to cry my agony, my sadness, my fatigue, my sleepiness . My heart is sick of so much strength, so much suffering and disappointment. Tonight I feel the injustice, I say I do not deserve it, my friend told me today that I'm strong, I thought so too, but within hours everything changed, everything changed, I had too much on the heart without realizing it or maybe I pretended to see nothing, I pretended that everything Hopefully, I stored, emptied my drawers, I thought I could look in a mirror without seeing those eyes full of tears and despair. I always had a mind of iron, winner and I refuse to fail, I am not accustomed to losing, despite my laziness and my nonchalance I still ended up winning, triumph over the disease of my own let everything hang out, it can be studies, work, a phone I do not want to win, but in the end I did not lose, everything came back to me! So tonight I can not live it, lose, it's stronger than me!

How Long After Getting A Tattoo Can You Wax

The favorite part of my week has been the Friday night. When I was a student, it was time to relax when we say we still have two days to do homework, and now it's time to relax or I tell myself that I still have two glandouiller days.

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Gribouillon evening. (Hope?)

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Dear diary

Sunday, 09/01/2011

I'm in mourning, more disgusted than ever of what is happening somewhere in the streets naked Kasserine. Another Sunday, I hate Sundays, but this time the heavy, melancholy was a "good" reason for existence: death, crime, injustice.

Monday, 10/01/2011

write an article like to vent a little all the rage in me. But this time it does not work, the crime is too big and hurts me ... I would have liked to attend the event scheduled for the afternoon in Tunis, and I cursed the job and my boss and too uncompromising when it 's acts of "going out".

The night my cousin came to fetch me, he told me that the Monoprix was sacked, the downtown has been devastated, we just went ahead and with my own eyes I saw the damage, my God and why?

Back at home, no internet! I almost want to kill me.

Tuesday, 11/01/2011

Boulot, I learned new tricks, the afternoon I listened to the dictator treating my brothers murdered by terrorists, it hurt, it made me sad . The evening still no Internet, this time I am calm because I was promised that the problem will be solved the next day without fail!

Wednesday, 12/01/2011

Mom would I liked that did not go to work, but I went anyway, we planned a trip to La Goulette with colleagues, program change at the last minute given the instability of the "state", the bus yellow canary that traumatized generations and saw lying on the sidewalk after burning for hours is the proof!

I have lunch with a friend, we pay a fine meal at a local restaurant, traditional and intimate setting, a Ramadan atmosphere with almost the soup into pottery Tunis, the darkness that was quickly installed and FM zitouna we listened. After this delicious meal, a colleague called to say the renter immediately because there were more buses or subways. I said ok I was excited, I went to the office even when brushing my teeth, something critical attention and then good night kids.

I was very tired, I walked slowly, in any event one I had to take the bus from 15:30 Bizerte direction, and the first time I felt this atmosphere hitherto unknown, I felt the silence before the storm, I smelled the smell of rebellion, I felt something really bad would happen, j I saw that the number of closed shops, colleagues who were returning in the opposite direction to the streets a little too "deserted" and then when I arrived at Bab Saadoun and the bus came, I heard people that there may be will not let us go, that the bus was blocked Ras Jebel, the bridge in Bizerte could get up, I was pissed! We climb finally This time we enter the path of Ariana, the situation is very serious side Bardo. On the way, my sister called to say she will not pick me up at the station in Bizerte, that there too there were riots, she was nearly attacked and that it is pulled away just in time. Ok it's not very reassuring all that, but I'm kind of brave and I love a bit special situations, myself who hates routine, I had no right to complain, I was served. Arrive Jarzouna, I cross the bridge on foot because I have not want to wait forever for a taxi and there when I arrived at the end of the bridge I felt the tear gas, I covered his face but I could not cover my eyes, and for the first time I ' I felt it a little to be Palestinian, I saw the white smoke that disturbs, and I rushed straight to watching a taxi finally happens it saved me! The taxi driver was very angry against the dictator, he said he was tired of eating the legs, he could not hope to eat dates, consumption of olive oil, it was very tired at the end! I get home, mom I am, Mommy do not cry!

Still no Internet, this time I'm sick, I'm really angry, I need to log in to see what the hell is happening right now someone has not done its job, and tomorrow I will not go to work, I'm available, I want to spend a sleepless night to see what has happened since Sunday!

Then we descend mom in town to solve this problem, it should be quiet at this time of night, and there the good show! The downtown looks like a battlefield, with huge stones strewn on the ground, smoke everywhere, and then the soldiers, a new ingredient, new decor. But above all these people who were shooting carts, who walked with a computer monitor, microwave or radio, people who did not scruple to use and proudly brandishing their booty in a fishbowl dumb soldiers motionless, impassive. Mom was really scared, she cried her country she no longer recognized, it was bitter. Forgive me mom, come let us go.

Thursday, 13/01/2011

9:20 From my friend calls me again and again I want to sleep , let me sleep! Finally I get up so, no I do not come, what? I need to call the secretariat? No? I need to call directly above? OK great way to start the day! Yes hello Madam (so to speak is still a girl, her life is the job), I can not come today. And a question to which I was not expecting: Why? In his deep voice and authoritative she dared tell me why? I wanted to say no but you did not see what is going on Al Jazeera? Madam situation is very serious in Bizerte, it's very dangerous to go out these days! And then: there is no transport? Uh I do not know but in any case the center city is unaffordable, that's where I go, I received yesterday by tear gas and .. ok that's good, good day! egg and pff

The truth is that there was no movement on that day, only I did not know and I was too honest to lie and say no when I was not sure, I wonder if she deserves me to be as honest with her finally! The same evening I wanted to type it in full mouth, "why" sissy? Because the people are writing one of the most important pages its history, because your cunt prédicon would pack up and become homeless in the air a few hours hahaha, because you can not pretend that everything is okay, everything is normal while it is far from the case! Something really big is happening, then the next time your why you will keep it ok? And what's to blame you, I'm the idiot who took the trouble to call you!

And I do not remember what I did during the day, ah, if I passed and received few shots son, I visited a relative who lives nearby, and then there were those discussions a little violent with my mother about him, the dictator finally his last speech that I mentioned earlier and I too painful to repeat, I just remember my tears of indignation and voila! It has solved all our problems, we have finally understood (it took a while anyway, his IQ must not exceed forty), he will just wave his magic wand (borrowed from Harry Potter) and suddenly everything will be fine (as always) so tomorrow I'll go to work!

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I do not know where to start, what happened is beyond me, surpasses me, happens to words, I find myself in a deadlock, but I'll try anyway, forgive my ideas if they keep coming, I feel like internal bleeding, I need words but there there to describe a hero, there he condemning a torturer? I do not know let me know if there are words to talk about our intifada, to talk about our "atfel el 7ijara" to talk about our Vendetta Mohammed, sacrificed, which burned like to awaken from its long and sad sleep sleeping beauty, the beautiful nation, Tunisia suffering in silence for years, for a century, since forever. Tell me if there is one word to describe this country, this dear Tunisia, impoverished people who became so bold, who responded to the deafening cry of a street vendor, who rebelled against injustice, despotism and poverty, the people that a one voice rose, rose, claimed his right to life, liberty, this nation where blood mingled with tears, words, songs, some rapping their flame, for country to country, Tunisia for a free and united against his executioner too arrogant and blind to see that this time the people do not joke, the people are angry, nothing and nobody will stop him from shouting, humming a single air Freedom! Ben Ali disengage!

Your confessions stinking lies and hypocrisy come too late, this time the people had more than enough of your face disgusting child murderer, bloodsucker, a murderer of innocent people, big hypocrite, you took ten days to visit Mohammed, you did not listen, you thought you were going to suffocate us as usual and will triumph over our , you were confident you could still keep us in your servitude, when dozens were already killed you came to tell us that now we will not need a proxy to access Youtube, no kidding! No but you could not do worse! Your last speech, it gave me an urge to vomit, and tears too, tears of anger, because your words are too delay, evil, too evil was already done too much blood has flowed, too many lives have been strangled, robbed and raped, terrorized mothers too, too many hungry children, too many dreams buried before that of exist, too many youth delighted in their prime, and now is when the volcano has already erupted as you come talk to us "Tunisian", are you trying to salvage Finally, you play comedy not but you've seen? Trembling too, too awkward, too late actor! You got it wrong you say? Infamous liar! You screamed, you repeated sentences like to show your determination, but it's over, the people said his word would rather die than see you keep your empire! And then it tragicomic attempt to brainwash people with these simple-minded posters sparkling clean these bands con hired by the hour to play the ultimate slapstick comedy, hahaha my god this is funny, that c is pathetic!

I know that you suffer now, I doubt that you went to KSA for a pilgrimage, so it does what slavery ? How are you feeling? A little dizzy? Go courage old fart it will pass, said yourself that you are in heaven, for when your soul and criminal guilty will go to the Beyond the hard work begins you will see, God is Great and Merciful It can forgive all the sins of those who believe in Him (and the fact you believe in God? seen as the way you do things you do not seem to give much importance him) BUT when it comes to injustices between God does forgive people if the persecuted forgive their abuser which I doubt, I doubt that the mothers of martyrs will forgive you, I doubt that fathers family who can not get enough to buy some milk or medicine for their children will forgive you, I doubt that thousands of Muslims that you have filled in prison forgive you, I doubt that veiled girls who like me been rejected, denied access to their faculties forgive you, I doubt that the free people on which you dropped your mad dogs as a last signature of a dictator disillusioned forgive you, I doubt that .. My God there are too many examples and it does not play in your favor, ok? All this to finally tell you that you will burn in hell now Inshallah, that's a fact, a truth scientific understanding? So were you uh try to practice speaking now, to familiarize myself with fire, to tame as tame baboon, well you can start small by doing some exercises (that children should not Try it at home eh insist). So Exercise 1: When I warm some milk in the microwave dishes 10 minutes instead of 2, and hold your bowl with your bare hands, it hurts but it's nothing compared to what follows: Exercise 2 : you'll help your hairdresser woman cooking and doing thou shalt pretend to forget the fire that burns and you'll have fun stuff to your ring in flames, like that you combine business with pleasure: get familiar with fire and get rid of what binds you to this infamous woman, I guess you hate her now as ever if not already has long hahaha

Well I'm through with you, I'm sick of you, I am disgusted to speak with a criminal in your size, Sadam Hussein was a great example to follow, this man who has killed thousands and was well paid in this life, do not talk about it later, it was captured, humiliated and held, it was executed on the day of Eid, and unfortunately by foreigners, but it was well deserved, and it does not kill innocent people and hopefully get away with it, I believe that God has taught him a lesson, and at the same time it was an example to follow, even the con Gathafi said, a day will come your turn, your turn has come now Ben Ali but you had the enormous privilege of being dismissed by your own people who have taken their destiny in their hands, you still had the great privilege to get out quickly, people will have you but had you killed too lucky and you broke just in time. This is the last time I speaks to you, may you die in hell with all my wishes of eternal misery and ... terror!

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A search for a small album project youth. Finally a publisher who offered me a text that is exactly what I need at this time fairly responsible job.

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Our 9 / 11 2010 My

Now we have nothing to envy the Americans, they had their 9 / 11 (to read in English from grace), we have ours: 9 for the day, 11 for the year and hop is the "dream Tunisian" fading, the land of eternal joy and stability has been unmasked, caught unawares, it would have sufficed for a single spark as the beautiful house of cards collapses, taking with him dozens of victims ...

Every day early morning I turn on the radio, and almost every day I fall on the issue of RTCI 6:30 stack: the ephemeris of the day, with its solemn music and the female voice reciting events that took place a 1st November, a December 10 or January 9. I wonder if next year we speak of events that occurred on a 9 / 11 somewhere in a hell called Kasserine. Kasserine because it is the part of Tunisia's most affected by poverty, unemployment and crime as luck! Begging is a team sport, and everyday we learn a craft from father to son. Voila! So excuse the ladies and gentlemen they were a little tired of their dog's life, and they wanted to burn a few cars, break some windows or throwing a few stones ok? Do not take it personal, they have nothing against you, so why worry a personal matter? Why do you answer them by fire? They call the life you give them death, but what right rabid dogs? What, you got tired of not having the opportunity to use your guns? You wanted to try them on human flesh, flesh not very expensive, which is not expensive at last, these are just poor, poor son right? What right do you still another Gaza uglier and more horrifying than the original because of Tunisians were killed by Tunisian supposed to protect them!

I do not know what happened happened exactly, only God knows, but one thing is for sure your shots are not justified, it should be a last resort, when we defend ourselves for his life, and yet the ultimate solution! You'll have to shoot in the air, land, it would have been enough! But no! You're a vampire and you thirst for blood, pure blood! So sorry, I am sincerely sorry for you, all you've managed to do is send a few dozen privileged to Heaven, you have delivered from their agony, their life where they did not eat their fill where they did not drink to their thirst, they were shivering with cold, where they waited all day for a better future that does not always come! Still, I want you to death, and wasting human blood, I curse you for providing us with images worthy of our Palestinian brothers, I curse you for writing your dirty hands dripping with blood, one of the darkest, most shameful, the saddest, the bloodiest in the history of Tunisia! Our ancestors died by the hands of the invading French, and my brothers are dead today by the hand of the dictator, that's for a change it is!

Because of you, your cowardice, baseness of your country is in mourning because of you I'm not proud to be Tunisian, because of you I cry a country a country whose national television did not hesitate to spend a Sunday sport usual, no respect, zero for young people who have died, no respect for the families who lost loved ones, no respect for the Tunisians who feel concerned by the fate of their brethren, no word of compassion in this cold winter mixed with that of death and despair! No cons but what you are! You're so afraid that you do not know what to do! You will have announced three days of mourning, you should point the face and apologize to the families of victims, making promises serious console a few people! But you are not still here to play this old game worn, skidded, dilapidated, tired of hiding the face! I think you are too veiled for those who do not like the veil and the fight! Too many hypocrites in the end, more hypocritical than that you will die! Anyway this is what I wish you frankly eh, do not take it personal, I wish you death, and rabid dogs down traitors, down with any hand that pulled the trigger, while low responsible this butchery, down all those who have sold their souls to the devil, enemies of the people down!

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It was called 2010, the daughter of time, product rights, codification absurd to give a semblance of organization and common sense to the chaotic life that lead humans. It could have been called otherwise I would have given him a very pretty name: Tsunami example. For the year 2010 was a tsunami for me, a tsunami of emotion and tears I poured gallons and tons, as they were sometimes torrential rain, endless, sometimes thin, quiet and calm, but still thence abundant. The year 2010 is when I cried most of my life. I have not lost any of my family, I have failed any examination or competition, I have suffered no loss which is what my problem is just it, "what we should not talk, you know .. S ... In addition it was not just tears of sadness and suffering was all kinds of tears: satisfaction, happiness, excitement, recognition, love, deliverance, laughter and fear ... I've posted before yesterday I was watching a movie, they showed a grave, a funeral and hop two small tears flowed immediately, tears of fear, despair about the fate that awaits me one day when mother earth swallow me, may God have mercy on me ... and you!

2010 is also the year that I slept the least, my body has never suffered so much, poor heart uh body what it has endured, every day to get up before 6am to run, come and go, to travel miles on foot (that I spent some shoes) to go bruised to stay up late because his owner is in love with the night she likes to watch with some virtual friends, Facebook, to make his usual numbers, and finally it was midnight, he rests a short break before flare his infernal race ...

For the year 2010 is also all the routines, like a robot my life, my time, everything was already marked and I had to follow the roadmap that begins with Bizerte to Tunis and ending in the bowels of the city but not necessarily for life, I felt rather died in office and I often asked myself if I could go on to work in this public institution does not match my mood. But then, I had no other alternative, and I had no desire to enter a new cycle of hibernation, so I continued to conduct this perpetual struggle ever renewed and never run out.

In 2010 I learned to sleep in a bus, sleep standing up, write a poem standing to hear the tall tales and grinning a forced smile, in 2010 I learned the language of bags and elbows, this struggle in a haphazard streets and pedestrians, some can not walk and let go .. they darken over you and you just have to shake them up, in 2010 I learned how my country is dirty, Tunisia stinks, it stinks Tunisia (two different phrases), I learned to anticipate a scenario of robbery or worse and to prepare my bag against attack, I learned to enjoy the darkness of the night to cry while pressing the pace toward the station, to feel the most miserable creature on Earth and pointing to my face still wet rain 10 seconds later before the wicket to take a ticket (and yes Bizertin specialty: subscription + ticket), I learned not to have the time nor the space to cry at my ease, damn, I learned fast from 7am to 13h, watching my watch 36 000 times per day or per hour (another record), I finally learned to get close to each other, talk to him, to have friends in the bus ready to change their tickets 14h 15h against mine and wipe the comments of the driver decidedly moody . In 2010 I learned to share .. with you my secrets and my wounds, I learned to write my agony and my pleasures. In 2010 I learned to hate ... smokers, thieves, kidnappers and censorship.

2010 the year I spent more time in front of the PC, the year I cried the most, slept the least, looked at my watch, signed autographs (an average of 4 , autographs a day for fans hhhhhh), walked, ran, stole money too, I just remember it is not that the pay is great, is that I held for twelve months voila!

What do I have left it in 2010? The first day at work when I wanted to run away, run far away and sleep ... my adorable niece a few months, the day she looked at me with his blue eyes sparkling for the first time, where she saw me and smiled at me squarely and told me she recognizes me, she knows me, she loves me and knows I love her too ... when my boss agreed to sign my leave, when I jumped on her and I kissed her ... when I saw this gigantic airbus that would take me for the first time outside of my Tunisia takeoff, the landing, war baggage, Medina, Makkah, when I lost the way with an old aunt in charge, this cruel and deadly time where I thought never again see my country and my beloved, where I thought I lost forever! Return, and my beautiful Fullah Jellaba the embrace of my aunt, the horrible return to "normal" life, left my heart in Wonderland, my agony at work, my social amico disappointments, the June if mild, the summer shuttle horrible martyr renewing itself, the enormous blow blues two days after my birthday, I made this confession to a friend, the best, this night walk in Nabeul, Tonight alone Hotel, December stifling heat, never seen, suffering and horror across the nation, suffering and loneliness as ever, and in the end, to the tiny end, a meeting or rather reunion, ; a moment of shared pleasure, a favorite as I've never lived, and then .... sorry I can not continue, 2010 is already over!