April 22, 2016 (Earth Day)
It’s been happening for a while and evolving with every passing day. And last night, we [all three of us, and Catalonio Barcelonnetto de Peralvillo] ran into Michel. If you’ve been around the city for more than a day, say, you probably know him better for his hand-sewn jean fabric outfit and the fully functional Fountain spearheading his modded bicycle… nothing to do with the doped bikes, featured just the other day on the mother-fu…nctional BBC.
If you still don’t know who i’m talking about, Michel is the poet who recites his thoughts on the bridge that is the link between Notre Dame and the Häagen-Dazs_FR store. Sometimes, depending on his mood, he’ll just bring out a musical instrument and fill the superficial waves above the Seine with woodwind sounds that often times —i swear— make it all the way into the Hôtel-Dieu garden space.
Anyway, the issue of clinic closures at Hôtel-Dieu has been going on for a good while now, [if i understand correctly, the issue is about austerity and the consolidation of services… something where apparently public services are certainly diminished] in my photo log the permanent protests date back to 2011, that however, is another story that was seen through the lens of a little known Mexican institution known by its initials as: IMSS, and whose developments where recorded as the 2012 Mexican election process rolled on.
Our coverage right now involves labor reform in France, and an election in the U.S. where a centrist-democrat*, who quite possibly embodies a 21st Century [friendly face] Benito Mussolini could potentially occupy the White House.
*This, according to Joe Scarborough’s radar on MSNBC.
Does Andy Jackson —from the $20 greenback— ring a bell?
So, getting back to the recap of Nuit Debout, here’s how i saw the night approach on that day, which by the way seems like it happened such a long time ago:
From my point of view, the most recent conglomeration above the tunnels of Métro Stop République was made possible by a bunch of get-off-your-ass politically minded high schoolers.
At first i thought that the crowds on the streets were going to be the usual suspects [the Left, the Unions, the inter-university solidarity movements] but no. The spark this time was spread by the next generation of voters… in a country [mind you] where the political system [i would be willing to bet…] does not depend on the seduction, the longevity and the circus caliber entertainment of a race for the delegates [as a prerequisite] to get to be, the President of the U.S.A..
Entre el crepúsculo que separa las horas en nuestro calendario de todos los días, el fin de semana nos recordó que se cumplía otro año desde que se registró la muerte física de Saavedra, luego, as twilight turned into madrugada the celebration of The Year of Shakespeare —por el cumpleaños del tal Memo— began to rang.
Nuit Debout… continuamos en unos instantes… nos vemos en Andalucía.