{"id":6298,"date":"2020-02-25T06:52:24","date_gmt":"2020-02-25T06:52:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.pasassezdetemps.com\/?p=6298"},"modified":"2020-02-25T12:45:09","modified_gmt":"2020-02-25T12:45:09","slug":"meli-melo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pasassezdetemps.com\/?p=6298","title":{"rendered":"M\u00e9li-m\u00e9lo"},"content":{"rendered":"

Quand au hasard des jours<\/em><\/strong>
\nje m\u2019en vais faire un tour<\/em><\/strong>
\n\u00e0 mon ancienne adresse<\/em><\/strong>
\nje ne reconnais plus<\/em><\/strong>
\nni les murs ni les rues<\/em><\/strong>
\nqui ont vu ma jeunesse <\/em><\/strong>
\nWhen haphazardly<\/em><\/strong><\/span>
\nI’m going for a ride<\/em><\/strong><\/span>
\nto my former address<\/em><\/strong><\/span>
\nI no longer recognize<\/em><\/strong><\/span>
\nneither the walls nor the streets<\/em><\/strong><\/span>
\nthat saw my youth<\/em><\/strong><\/span>
\nCharles Aznavour \u2014 La Boh\u00e8me<\/em><\/p>\n

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En 1960 mes parents ont d\u00e9m\u00e9nag\u00e9 \u00e0 Bourg-Saint-And\u00e9ol, au bord du Rh\u00f4ne\u00a0: sur le large trottoir, les comm\u00e8res du quartier installaient leur si\u00e8ge, sortaient leur tricot et activaient leur langue.<\/strong>
\nIn 1960 my parents moved to Bourg-Saint-And\u00e9ol, on the banks of the Rh\u00f4ne: on the wide sidewalk, the neighborhood\u00a0tattletale installed their seats, took out their knitting and activated their tongue.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Sans doute parlaient-elles de cette vieille femme fatigu\u00e9e qui passait et passait encore, allant remplir ses arrosoirs \u00e0 la fontaine, revenant \u00e0 pas lents. Je n\u2019ai jamais su quel crime elle avait pu commettre, je n\u2019ai jamais su ce que nos voisines avaient dit ou fait \u00e0 son encontre, mais elle se vengeait de toutes les tricoteuses en faisant tomber de l\u2019eau devant leur porte. Nous ne connaissions rien de l\u2019histoire, nous respections cette femme \u2014 juste le minimum, en lui disant un vague bonjour \u2014 et devant chez nous il n\u2019y avait pas une goutte d\u2019eau.<\/strong>
\nNo doubt they were talking about this tired old woman who was passing and still passing, going to fill her watering cans at the fountain, returning slowly. I never knew what crime she may have committed, I never knew what our neighbors said or did against her, but she took revenge on all knitters by dropping water outside their door. We knew nothing about the history, we respected this woman – just the minimum, saying a vague hello – and outside our house there was not a drop of water.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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En 1973 je me suis install\u00e9e avec Paul dans la ferme que ses anc\u00eatres avaient construite. De notre c\u00f4t\u00e9 de la petite route, cinq propri\u00e9t\u00e9s, en face deux autres, toutes agricoles. Parmi elles, deux, de part et d\u2019autre de la route, \u00e9taient devenues des r\u00e9sidences secondaires. Les autres, occup\u00e9es par les anciens, ont \u00e9t\u00e9 vendues \u00e0 leur mort, et le paysage en a \u00e9t\u00e9 compl\u00e8tement transform\u00e9. Il y a m\u00eame eu une br\u00e8ve p\u00e9riode pendant laquelle Paul et moi \u00e9tions les seuls habitants d\u2019un hameau d\u00e9sert\u00e9.<\/strong>
\nIn 1973 I settled with Paul in the farm that his ancestors had built. On our side of the small road, five properties, opposite two others, all agricultural. Among them, two, on either side of the road, had become second homes. The others, occupied by the ancients, were sold when they died, and the landscape was completely transformed. There was even a brief period during which Paul and I were the only inhabitants of a deserted hamlet.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Presque cinquante ans plus tard, le paysage est m\u00e9connaissable. J\u2019ai connu les noyers le long de la route et la haie le long du \u00ab\u00a0chemin des prairies\u00a0\u00bb, mais tout a \u00e9t\u00e9 arrach\u00e9 pour laisser le maximum de place au ma\u00efs.<\/strong>
\nAlmost fifty years later, the landscape is unrecognizable. I have known the walnut trees along the road and the hedge along the \u00ab\u00a0chemin des prairies\u00a0\u00bb, but everything has been ripped out to leave the maximum room for corn.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Les p\u00e2tures sont devenues des parcelles constructibles – combien y a-t-il d\u2019habitants maintenant au Charbinat\u00a0? Nous connaissions tout le monde, ce n\u2019est plus le cas. Entre dix et douze maisons ont agrandi le hameau.<\/strong>
\nThe pastures have become building plots – how many inhabitants are there now in Charbinat? We knew everyone, this is no longer the case. Between ten and twelve houses have enlarged the hamlet.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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C\u2019\u00e9tait un hameau, c\u2019est un lotissement. Chacun chez soi. Ici et l\u00e0, des portails \u00e9lectriques \u00e9vitent la t\u00e2che fastidieuse, pourtant \u00f4 combien bonne pour assouplir nos articulations, de sortir de sa voiture en rentrant chez soi. C\u2019est pareil plus loin \u00e0 la salle de musculation o\u00f9 personne ne vient en v\u00e9lo ou \u00e0 pied – sauf Ariane qui faisait cela, mais elle n\u2019habite plus ici et ne peut pas faire mentir mes statistiques.<\/strong>
\nIt was a hamlet, it is a subdivision. Each in his own home. Here and there, electric gates avoid the tedious task, however oh so good to soften our joints, to get out of his car on the way home. It is the same further down in the weight room where nobody comes by bike or on foot – except Ariane who did that, but she no longer lives here and can not lie my statistics.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Quant aux voisines de mon enfance, elles ne sont plus assises sur leur seuil, pr\u00e8s de la rue du bord du Rh\u00f4ne, pas plus que leurs enfants qui auraient pu \u00e0 leur tour s\u2019installer dehors avec un si\u00e8ge et un tricot\u00a0: ces habitudes ont disparu.<\/strong>
\nAs for the neighbors of my childhood, they are no longer sitting on their doorstep, near the \u00ab\u00a0rue du bord du Rh\u00f4ne\u00a0\u00bb, any more than their children who could in turn have settled outside with a seat and a knitted fabric: these habits have faded away.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Quand je pense \u00e0 la vieille dame aux arrosoirs, j\u2019esp\u00e8re qu\u2019elle est arriv\u00e9e dans un pays de fraternit\u00e9, dans une petite maison blanche avec un patio o\u00f9 l\u2019eau chante dans une vasque\u00a0: il lui suffit d\u2019y plonger un gobelet et elle boit une longue rasade d\u2019une d\u00e9licieuse eau fra\u00eeche.<\/strong>
\nWhen I think of the old lady with the watering cans, I hope that she has arrived in a country of brotherhood, in a small white house with a patio where the water sings in a basin: it is enough for her to plunge a goblet and she drinks a long swig of delicious fresh water.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Mon point de vue de minuscule petite personne parmi des milliards d\u2019autres couvre une cinquantaine d\u2019ann\u00e9es. J\u2019observe ce long pass\u00e9 comme si c\u2019\u00e9tait un paysage \u00e0 examiner ou des pages \u00e0 lire. Ou une langue \u00e0 apprendre\u00a0: bien s\u00fbr quand on commence \u00e0 aligner les d\u00e9cennies, on a le regret de la jeunesse. Mais je ne suis pas la seule \u00e0 prendre de l\u2019\u00e2ge, la plan\u00e8te aussi a vieilli en m\u00eame temps et je ne suis pas non plus la seule \u00e0 m\u2019inqui\u00e9ter beaucoup des changements auxquels nous assistons.<\/strong>
\nMy view of a tiny little person among billions of others spans fifty years. I observe this long past as if it were a landscape to examine or pages to read. Or a language to learn: of course when you start to align the decades, you regret the youth. But I\u2019m not the only one getting older, the planet has also aged at the same time, and I\u2019m not the only one worried about the changes we\u2019re seeing.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Je suis n\u00e9e peu de temps apr\u00e8s la fin de la deuxi\u00e8me guerre mondiale qui succ\u00e9dait \u00e0 la der des der. La der des der, oh, ce n\u2019\u00e9tait pas le premier conflit meurtrier, l\u2019histoire est remplie de longues pages de massacres perp\u00e9tr\u00e9s y compris quand l\u2019ennemi \u00e9tait \u00e0 genoux. On ne va pas s\u2019envoyer des chiffres pour dire que ma guerre est pire que la tienne. Il y a eu une \u00e9volution technologique que je ne nommerai pas \u00ab\u00a0progr\u00e8s\u00a0\u00bb dans ce cas, qui a permis de tuer davantage. Parfois bien s\u00fbr le sens de l\u2019honneur \u00e9tait pr\u00e9sent, mais ce n\u2019\u00e9tait pas le cas toujours et partout, loin de l\u00e0.<\/strong>
\nI was born shortly after the end of the second world war which followed \u00ab\u00a0la der des der\u00a0\u00bb, \u00ab\u00a0la derni\u00e8re des derni\u00e8res\u00a0\u00bb, the last of the last. La der des der, oh, this was not the first deadly conflict, history is filled with long pages of massacres perpetrated even when the enemy was on their knees. We are not going to send each other numbers to say that my war is worse than yours. There has been a technological development which I will not call \u00ab\u00a0progress\u00a0\u00bb in this case, which has made it possible to kill more. Sometimes, of course, a sense of honor was present, but it was not always and everywhere, far from it.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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En me tournant vers mon pass\u00e9, j\u2019ai du mal \u00e0 l\u2019analyser, \u00e0 distinguer ce qui est la suite logique et acceptable de ce qu\u2019il aurait fallu imp\u00e9rativement emp\u00eacher. Qu\u2019est-ce qui explique que la trag\u00e9die environnementale en cours ne fasse pas bouger les gens\u00a0? Je veux dire tous<\/em> les gens\u00a0?
\nAs I watch my past, it\u2019s difficult to analyze it, to distinguish what is the logical and acceptable result from what should imperatively have been prevented. What explains why the current environmental tragedy does not move people? I mean all<\/em> people?<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

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D\u2019autres questions me harc\u00e8lent\u00a0: pourquoi le travail a-t-il perdu de son int\u00e9r\u00eat pour de plus en plus de gens\u00a0? Il y a toujours eu des gens malheureux au travail, mais cela se g\u00e9n\u00e9ralise et de plus en plus de gens autour de moi vont travailler \u00ab\u00a0\u00e0 reculons\u00a0\u00bb, uniquement \u00a0: on ne travaille plus pour vivre, on vit pour travailler. Que s\u2019est-il pass\u00e9\u00a0?<\/strong>
\nOther questions harass me: why has work lost interest for more and more people? There have always been unhappy people at work, but this is becoming general and more and more people around me go to work \u00ab\u00a0backwards\u00a0\u00bb, only: we no longer work to live, we live to work. What happened ?<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Je viens de lire un petit roman de Marion Zimmer Bradley, \u00ab\u00a0La Vague montante\u00a0\u00bb, qu\u2019elle a \u00e9crit en 1955 (\u00e9tant alors \u00e2g\u00e9e de vingt-cinq ans). C\u2019est un r\u00e9quisitoire contre la technologie, ou plut\u00f4t contre l\u2019usage excessif de la technologie. <\/strong>
\nI just read a short novel by Marion Zimmer Bradley, \u00ab\u00a0The climbing Wave\u00a0\u00bb, which she wrote in 1955 (when she was twenty-five years old). It is an indictment against technology, or rather against the excessive use of technology.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Il n\u2019est pas int\u00e9ressant de se demander si \u00ab\u00a0c\u2019\u00e9tait mieux avant\u00a0\u00bb<\/em>. \u00c0 l\u2019\u00e9poque de la vieille femme aux arrosoirs, j\u2019avais huit ans, je ne lisais pas encore de science-fiction. Mais d\u00e9j\u00e0 des \u00e9crivains visionnaires nous pr\u00e9disaient des mondes gla\u00e7ants et je peux mesurer \u00e0 quel point ils avaient raison, m\u00eame s\u2019ils se sont parfois tromp\u00e9s. Dans l\u2019ensemble, la d\u00e9shumanisation se fraie son chemin. Nous prenons lentement conscience du fait que nous sommes des pions, des nombres, des statistiques.<\/strong>
\nIt is not interesting to wonder if \u00ab\u00a0it was better before\u00a0\u00bb<\/em>. At the time of the old woman with watering cans, I was eight years old, I was not yet reading science fiction. But already visionary writers predicted freezing worlds and I can measure how right they were, even if they were sometimes wrong. Overall, dehumanization is making headway. We are slowly becoming aware of the fact that we are pawns, numbers, statistics.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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En r\u00e9ponse \u00e0 cette inqui\u00e9tude au sujet des relations que nous entretenons les uns avec les autres, on voit \u00e9merger des SEL (Syst\u00e8me d’\u00c9change Local) et se d\u00e9velopper l\u2019habitat participatif, plein de choses se passent, et le salon Primev\u00e8re qui s\u2019annonce aura son lot de bonnes id\u00e9es parmi d\u2019autres parfois stupides. On a bris\u00e9 le lien social, et la fraternit\u00e9 devient une denr\u00e9e<\/em> rare, mais je ne crois pas qu\u2019il soit possible de la faire dispara\u00eetre totalement.<\/strong>
\nIn response to this concern about the relationships that we maintain with each other, we see the emergence of SEL (Local Exchange System) and the development of participative housing, lots of things are happening, and the Primev\u00e8re show that will take place will share good ideas among others sometimes stupid. The social link has been broken, and fraternity is becoming a rare commodity<\/em>, but I do not believe that it is possible to make it disappear completely.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Pour essayer d\u2019aller plus loin, je me plonge dans \u00ab Murray Bookchin\u00a0\u2014 l\u2019\u00e9cologie sociale et libertaire\u00a0\u00bb de Vincent Gerber et Flor\u00e9al Romero. Murray Bookchin propose une nouvelle vision politique et philosophique du rapport entre l\u2019\u00eatre humain et son environnement, et une nouvelle organisation sociale.<\/strong>
\nTo try to go further, I immerse myself in \u00ab Murray Bookchin\u00a0\u2014 l\u2019\u00e9cologie sociale et libertaire\u00a0\u00bb by Vincent Gerber and Flor\u00e9al Romero. Murray Bookchin offers a new political and philosophical vision of the relationship between humans and their environment, and a new social organization.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Je n\u2019ai pas encore eu le temps de lire ce livre, de m\u2019en impr\u00e9gner et de le dig\u00e9rer, mais il faut que je le fasse, non seulement pour m\u2019en nourrir, mais aussi pour pouvoir ensuite vous en parler. <\/strong>
\nI have not yet had time to read this book, to absorb it and digest it, but I must do it, not only to feed myself, but also to be able to speak to you about it.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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J\u2019ai encore une fois la preuve que mes petites r\u00e9flexions peuvent rejoindre celles de vrais grands penseurs. Je n\u2019ai pas leurs connaissances pour \u00e9tayer mes id\u00e9es, je leur laisse volontiers la place. Mais c\u2019est tr\u00e8s plaisant pour moi de me trouver face \u00e0 des gens dont j\u2019appr\u00e9cie la vaste intelligence.<\/strong>
\nI have once again proof that my little thoughts can join those of real great thinkers. I do not have their knowledge to support my ideas, I gladly give way to them. But it\u2019s very pleasant for me to be faced with people whose vast intelligence I appreciate.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Pour la semaine prochaine, vous me ferez une dissertation sur ce sujet pas clairement d\u00e9fini, je vous en remercie.<\/strong>
\nFor next week, you will give me a dissertation about this not clearly defined subject, thank you.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Pour une fois, les photos que je propose sont un m\u00e9li-m\u00e9lo venu de tous les horizons. Sauf que, malheureusement\u2026 Mais regardez plut\u00f4t\u2026<\/strong>
\nFor once, the photos I offer are a mishmash from all walks of life. Except, unfortunately … But look rather …<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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En ao\u00fbt dernier, j\u2019avais le grand plaisir de passer du temps \u00e0 \u00e9couter les gu\u00eapiers, \u00e0 regarder leurs magnifiques couleurs, \u00e0 tenter de faire des prises de vue pas trop floues.<\/strong>
\nLast August, I had the great pleasure of spending time listening to the bee-eaters, watching their magnificent colors, trying to take pictures that were not too blurry.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Mais le 12 f\u00e9vrier, \u00e0 l\u2019occasion de notre premi\u00e8re sortie \u00e0 v\u00e9lo, nous passons devant la carri\u00e8re en suivant la viarhona. J\u2019\u00e9tais inqui\u00e8te car je savais que la carri\u00e8re devait s\u2019agrandir.
\nCette horrible montagne a rempli la carri\u00e8re.<\/strong>
\nBut on February 12, on our first bike ride, we pass the quarry following the viarhona. I was worried because I knew that the career was going to grow.
\nThis horrible mountain has filled the quarry.<\/strong>
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\"\"<\/a>Pauvres oiseaux, que vont-ils devenir\u00a0? Eux non plus ne reconna\u00eetront \u00ab\u00a0ni les murs ni les rues\u00a0\u00bb de leur cit\u00e9s d\u2019oiseaux en revenant des pays chauds\u2026 Comment s\u2019adapteront-ils ? Les autres gu\u00eapiers leur feront-ils une place ? Comme chez les humains, ces migrants ne seront peut-\u00eatre pas bien accueillis\u2026<\/strong>
\nPoor birds, what will become of them? They will not recognize \u00ab\u00a0neither the walls nor the streets\u00a0\u00bb of their bird cities when they return from hot countries … How will they adapt? Will the other bee-eaters make room for them? As with humans, these migrants may not be welcomed\u2026<\/strong><\/span>
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Je viens d\u2019accumuler beaucoup de kilom\u00e8tres ces jours-ci. Je reviens au Charbinat sous un soleil radieux. Paul a gentiment pr\u00e9par\u00e9 un repas. Ariane et Renato viennent manger. Puis s\u2019en vont, dans quelques heures ils signeront la vente de leur maison.<\/strong>
\nI\u2019ve been driving a lot of miles these days. I return to le Charbinat under a bright sun. Paul has kindly prepared a meal. Ariane and Renato come to eat. Then leave, in a few hours they will sign the sale of their house.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Voil\u00e0 d\u00e9j\u00e0 plusieurs mois qu\u2019ils sont install\u00e9s \u00e0 La-Ciotat, et ils ne regrettent pas ce grand changement. Mais ce n\u2019est pas sans un serrement de c\u0153ur qu\u2019ils ont repris le volant.<\/strong>
\nThey have been living in La-Ciotat for several months now, and they do not regret this big change. But it was not without a pang of heart that they got behind the wheel.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Une page se tourne, elle a dur\u00e9 des dizaines d\u2019ann\u00e9es.<\/strong>
\n A page turns, it has lasted for decades.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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