Zentropa Sitting at the bottom of the coffee, Stéphane smoothed a hand a little weary but satisfied his silk tie fleurdelysÚe, smiling at the little provocative was the fact of having gone office, the prefecture, with this attribute royalist.
This morning, before her mirror, he had thought long and hard, hesitated, weighing the risks and possible consequences of such bravado. On several occasions he had filed the dangerous objects on the unmade bed and had before it a classic midnight blue tie. But after more than a quarter of an hour of painful prevarication, Helen having had the audacity to laugh at his endless carousel, his muscles were clenched in a manly resolution and he had forged with the force heretical piece of cloth around already tightened his throat.
When any earlier, he recounts his exploits to his former comrades, he forgets to specify that Gauthier, deputy chief litigation Coated snowy shoulders and only person of the day have noticed the object of the offense, which had asked him if it was a reminder of Quebec, he replied in the affirmative, adding that he even went every year in the beautiful province to admire whales up the St. Lawrence. This cop, his subconscious would soon be even further adornment of his act of bravery, considering confined itself to making fun of a clever fool. To deceive
waiting, Stéphane observed the place of rendezvous, a Bar-Tabac-Pmu seemingly out of a film by the Dardenne brothers. The place, populated three-quarters of Africans to the lip almost glued to the screens of instant lottery, sweating unemployment, family allowances made into games scratch or liters of beer and boredom of existence without chilling prospects. Behind the zinc depleted of dirt, a Chinese pissing served mechanically occupied her glasses and lost moments petting a dog excessively fatty eyeing an anxious eye on the daily menu.
The location was chosen because there was half the Amstel the cheapest in Paris and that glass of wine was less than 2 euros.
- "They really do change never ... "sighed Stephen swallowing the bottom of his martini.
Almost fifty minutes after the official time of appointment, the band went noisily into the cafe and sat opposite him. How guys who never work can they be consistently late? The question burned his lips but he refrained from asking not to tarnish the atmosphere of the reunion. A more or less regular intervals, he liked to renew, the time of a meal or an evening with his old comrades of the Royal and French Identity in whose company he spent so many nights ethyl rebuild the world. Stephen, however, was not driven solely by the student nostalgia, he also hoped to provide useful advice to friends who continued to agitate in various more or less radical factions to ruin their lives consciously.
He was "arrived" without "denying oneself". So he wanted, first, that this fact is recognized and, on the other hand, hoped to be imitated by the most intelligent.
The conversation just started, two rounds of beers were already engulfed. Stéphane excited to let his commensals About torchlight, new stickers, petitions, leaflets releases, cracking CCTV cameras ... then struck three times the table with his signet ring and exclaimed:
- "Hey, guys, Let's talk about serious things? .
Mouths were silent, and eyes were fixed, some other interrogative tinged with a mixture of surprise and annoyance. Stephen continued: "Well, I'll teach you something, you have more than twenty years ... should you know it and perhaps think of doing politics ...." The tone
excessively paternalistic did shake a few hands but no one dared to reply, one of the youngest in the group simply to ask what it meant for him, "do politics! "
-" Take seats! "Stephen came to life," Entering the game to shake up the rules, make a hole in the institutions to infiltrate passively waiting for something better ... "
front looks doubtful of his interlocutors, he insisted:" Putting the flag in his pocket and wait for its time, it helps when the time comes, you can change a comma in a settlement or a line in a text of application of a law and, there, to finally have an influence, limited but real, the concrete on the lives of our countrymen .... "
Incidentally, this also allowed to have a social image flattering, smoking cigars, drinking bourbon and be invited to openings to the great satisfaction of his wife who got along wonderfully well with the wife of the prefect . But Stephen does not believe it useful to mention these "listed at" very high. He paused and looked attentively at his audience to discern whether the arguments had worn. The feelings of the group seemed torn between anger and acquiescence ... Nothing could make a switch. This is the moment chosen to intervene Little Frank:
- 'Make a bitch for a comma, I think it looks cheap ... the pass
Annoyed by the intervention, Stefan became almost as hateful and answered in sputum: "A maid's room, a job in 1400 and no girlfriend, you're right, my alter franky ...."
Frank tried to throw herself at him but his friends held him back. Disapproving murmurs roamed the group. Stephen felt he had swung against him. Indeed, tackling Frank, he had chosen the wrong target because it emerged from six weeks in prison for having collected the decapitated statue of Lenin moved to Montpellier. Knowing he had lost the game, Stéphane decided to retire. He got up and laid on the table a 50 euro note before turning back to his comrades, murmuring in a fixed smile, almost a grimace: "It's my round. .
March 2009
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