What if you became alive? We gave the author carte blanche to explore an unpublished short story
this theme is dear to Ovid and Kafka. They take us into his transformation.
When I woke up this morning, two of my toes were black, and the fourth on each foot was coal black. I immediately called the doctor’s office. Nowhere for three weeks.
“If it gets worse, go to the emergency room.” But, after the last election, the state hospital is in complete disrepair, the desire for order has created chaos, and at my age we are no longer entitled to much, it is time to say that we believed in their speeches, it seemed to us that these people were talking to us , talk about our concerns, they understand them. We have ignored the past, their dark side and their incompetence. It is so easy to throw pre-election promises like poisoned grain to pigeons.
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Live elsewhere
My France disappeared with its humanism, disappeared with its will. If I had the means, I would definitely live somewhere else. But I have no choice, I have to stay in a world that is no longer mine, my ideals are dead…
Source: Le Figaro
