I went to work this morning on the street to sell my chickens.I was expecting the mayor and the cops to show up at any moment and tell me to pack up. The mayor here is a potential dictator and is notoriously known for wanting total containment.
Well, I had to get through it, because I was able to work "normally."
The contact with the people is surprising and it's clear that there is now a split in the population. There are those, a minority, who are skeptical of the official discourse. They remain silent, but not for long if they feel they can express what they really think, after thirty seconds of trust.
There is the exact opposite, those who have toppled over : once again, these ones do not hesitate to speak out loud, the timbre of their voices somewhat hysterical and trembling, vindictive in any case. I have noticed, without exception among the latter, a violent criticism of their fellow citizens, those who do not do exactly what the administration decrees. Very clearly, these people are dangerous. If we exchange a few words with them, we really get the impression that they are living in another world.
An anecdote : a friend came to get me a chicken that he likes to eat hot a few miles away in the countryside, near a hara, in a quiet corner with no one around, in general. It's a public place.Out of luck, a guy walks his dog (probably a local resident) and attacks my friend by asking him what he was doing there and that he didn't have to be there. The situation escalated. After a few heated exchanges, the guy leaves, threatening. On a hunch, my friend packs up his chicken and gets in his car a few minutes later. Not fast enough because here is a gendarme car, probably called by the local resident, who stops at his level to ask him what he's doing there, and so on.
The story ends there fortunately for my friend, but it gives us a foretaste of what will happen when things get worse.
Just to end on a funny note, here's my work outfit. If I see someone like that, I get worried. I can assure you that a lot of people were reassured...
Well, I had to get through it, because I was able to work "normally."
The contact with the people is surprising and it's clear that there is now a split in the population. There are those, a minority, who are skeptical of the official discourse. They remain silent, but not for long if they feel they can express what they really think, after thirty seconds of trust.
There is the exact opposite, those who have toppled over : once again, these ones do not hesitate to speak out loud, the timbre of their voices somewhat hysterical and trembling, vindictive in any case. I have noticed, without exception among the latter, a violent criticism of their fellow citizens, those who do not do exactly what the administration decrees. Very clearly, these people are dangerous. If we exchange a few words with them, we really get the impression that they are living in another world.
An anecdote : a friend came to get me a chicken that he likes to eat hot a few miles away in the countryside, near a hara, in a quiet corner with no one around, in general. It's a public place.Out of luck, a guy walks his dog (probably a local resident) and attacks my friend by asking him what he was doing there and that he didn't have to be there. The situation escalated. After a few heated exchanges, the guy leaves, threatening. On a hunch, my friend packs up his chicken and gets in his car a few minutes later. Not fast enough because here is a gendarme car, probably called by the local resident, who stops at his level to ask him what he's doing there, and so on.
The story ends there fortunately for my friend, but it gives us a foretaste of what will happen when things get worse.
Just to end on a funny note, here's my work outfit. If I see someone like that, I get worried. I can assure you that a lot of people were reassured...