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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!