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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