I wish with all my compatriots a good national festival..
I hope that you were not touched by the economic crisis, that your car did not burn and that you have escaped with the drunkards brawlers of the balls of July 14.
That makes one week that I dig myself the head to find what to write on this occasion, I can more really only be French mean I must say.
On the one hand it is difficult to describe its country and its people, 60 million inhabitants that done many different individuals.
The signs external of patriotism became politically suspect, the religion does not enter more counts some, it remains the 35 hours, the social security and Sundays at ikea like values morals.
However I like the culture and the "Gallic" character typically of on our premises, it is extremely well described in the data base "Asterix", so much so that I do not know any more which trainer of a team of foreign Rugby imposed the reading of it on his players so that they include/understand our mentality.
The French is grouser, he awaits much of his government for example, he is preserving and being wary, new technologies always later on our premises arrive, Internet is an example even if we made up for our lost time in this field. We lived our industrial revolution with much mistrust because I believe that we are attached to quality of life above all.
The French passes much from time to table, I like neither cheese nor the wine but I always delighted to see my compatriots enjoying their wretched nauseous cheese and their bitter red liquid while telling a heap of jokes and while laughing extremely.
When I worked in tourism, me had been explained, to prepare excursions, that American wanted a comfort absolute in the hotels and the bus as well as impeccable toilets in the restaurants, the French as for them, want an good atmosphere with guides sympathetic nerves and especially, good meals!
Even the pyramids will be ugly for them if the meal were not with the height!
I think that we have much humour, I realize there when I play online game "battleground Europe", a mmorpg at the rather slow rate/rhythm, which leaves time to use the cat intensively.
The French are much more talkative than the other players according to than I in board considering, compared to the Germans, anglo Saxon, Italian, Spanish or Scandinavian, the jokes fuse at a tremendous speed whereas the others seek the performance above all, we seek the total recreation.
My compatriots are also the only ones to have creates several squads or distinct clans in the play which hate themselves cordially, however if a foreigner is caught some with the one among us the French always tighten the elbows.
They are funny these French, they adore to be hated but will never tolerate but one foreigner does not criticize their adversary.
Lately a Mexicaine friend living in Paris in a district very cosmopilite asked me what meant French being, because for the moment she had not seen large thing of it.
I was well in the embarrassment but it came to me quickly at the head that the French was enthusiast of social justice like one says now, I would say rather than my people require that everyone have to eat.
The many jacqueries of the Middle Ages, the revolution during which we cut the head of our king who was not so bad, each time the plates were empty since too a long time.
Our nourishing earth was always generous for us and our art of living results certainly from this.
Social protection very developed on our premises probably comes from this spirit of justice which animates the French and I am certain that the majority of our explorers during the periods of colonization had in the idea to make benefit the less rich people from our quality of life.
It was an error because these people did not require that we build roads to them, schools, to make stop the tribal wars…
They lived in this manner since centuries, and the white man came with his sufficiency to explain that they were unhappy, that to them started from a finer feelings but it was a failure and that cost us so much expensive!
In order to dam up this feeling of uprooting which frequently attacks me, I often think of my maternal grandfather, large patriotic, man of good and fundamentally honest.
Born in 1898, (as the mauser) in Rheims "Georges" was resulting from a family of the middle-classes, his/her father was director in a factory of tires (using the rubber of Indo-China one of the rare colonies which did not cost us money) his mother dealt with his many brothers and sisters.
Believing and patriot, it went voluntary in 1914 as soon as the declared war at summer to the Prussians, as one said at the time. He was not yet 18 years old and had to cheat on his birth date.
Recruitment with due taking time because his/her anxious mother not to see his/her son surveyed the streets of the district in the hope to find it, it is when it crossed friends of this one which it learned the news:
"Do you Have Georges? enquit it, anxious.
- Georges, but did it engage, it is at the office of recruitment, it anything said you? "
My grandfather will live the 4 years of hell like the majority of young people of his generation, transferred in the infantry, he will be placed at the kitchens at the beginning because its constitution did not inspire confidence with the recruiters which found it too thin and weak to endure the life in first line. He was very liked men of his regiment because he prepared rice with the chocolate to them and for them, it was feastday each time.
Georges will spend much time in the trenches, he will live the butchery of Verdun enter other battles devourers of lives.
He will not be only slightly wounded during the war but will have the cold feet, which will make it suffer all its life.
He spoken forever about the horrors which he could see but often mentioned the rats which would run on the soldiers while they tried to sleep in their shelters of trenches cold and wet.
However he forever regretted to be itself committed, he fought for his country because he estimated that it was its duty it is all.
I am always shocked at the time of each ceremonies of November 11 or while I look at emissions on the First World War.
One there glorifie mutinés, one cries over the fate of our poor soldiers with a voice éprise of pity, it is an insult with their memory, even during the mutinies the soldiers did not ask that they are felt sorry for, only that one includes/understands their martyrdom and that one improves their daily newspaper.
However the majority of between-them will live all the horrors of this war without spirit of rendering, without never yielding, these generations broken by the destiny very gave for their country and their people and they were proud.
My grandfather did not keep his helmet adrian which was offered to each hairy unfortunately, I think that he did not want to think of it any more.
The "DER of the ders" being finally finished, Georges has creates his caoutchoutery then married and will have 3 children.
Its company will count to jusquà 80 employees, then came the second world war…
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