for the lonely souls..happy Valentine day

For all the lonely souls, even those in couple, may sometimes they are the loneliest, because they have hoped for something else that did not happen, i would like to wish an happy valentine day....

Pour toutes les âmes douces et solitaires, même celles qui sont accompagnées, peut-etre même surtout celles-la qui ont un jour rêvé d'etre comprise mais n'ont pas été trouvees, je voudrais souhaiter une bonne et heureuse saint Valentin....

Where our life is leading us to?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hnOPu0_YWhw

Why are we missing most of the beautiful things we encounter?...the story that hit me straight to the hearth..

Est-ce que nous ne faisons que passer sans prendre le temps de s'arreter? Est-ce que c'est vraiment cela notre vie?

ci-dessous, une traduction de Vincent Breton....

Est-ce que la vitesse à laquelle nous vivons nous fait passer à côté de grandes choses ?

Par un froid matin de janvier, un homme assis à une station de métro de Washington DC a commencé à jouer du violon. Il a joué six morceaux de Bach pendant environ 45 minutes. Pendant ce temps, comme c’était l'heure de pointe, il a été calculé que des milliers de personnes sont passées par la gare, la plupart d'entre elles en route vers leur travail.

Trois minutes se sont écoulées et un homme d'âge moyen a remarqué qu’un musicien jouait. Il a ralenti son rythme, a arrêté pendant quelques secondes, puis se précipita pour respecter son horaire.

Une minute plus tard, le violoniste a reçu son premier dollar : une femme jeta de l'argent dans l’étui de son violon et, sans s'arrêter, a continué son chemin.

Quelques minutes plus tard, quelqu'un s'adossa au mur pour l'écouter, mais l'homme a regardé sa montre et a repris sa marche. Il est clair qu'il était en retard au travail.

Celui qui a apporté le plus d'attention à la prestation musicale fut un petit garçon de 3 ans. Sa mère l’a tiré vers elle, mais le garçon s’est arrêté pour regarder le violoniste.

Enfin, la mère a tiré plus fort et l'enfant a continué à marcher en tournant la tête tout le temps. Cette action a été répétée par plusieurs autres enfants. Tous les parents, sans exception, les forcèrent à aller de l'avant.

Durant les 45 minutes que le musicien a jouées, seulement 6 personnes se sont arrêtées et sont restées à l’écouter pendant un certain temps. Environ 20 lui ont donné l'argent, mais ont continué à marcher à leur rythme. Il a recueilli 32 $. Quand il finit de jouer et que le silence se fit, personne ne le remarqua. Personne n'applaudit, ni n’exprima quelque reconnaissance que ce soit.

Personne ne savait cela, mais le violoniste était Joshua Bell, l'un des meilleurs musiciens au monde. Il a joué l'un des morceaux les plus difficiles jamais écrits, avec un violon une valeur de 3,5 millions de dollars.

Deux jours avant sa prestation dans le métro, Joshua Bell joua à guichets fermés dans un théâtre de Boston où un siège coûtait en moyenne 100 $.

C'est une histoire vraie. Joshua Bell joua effectivement incognito dans la station de métro

Cet événement a été organisé par le Washington Post dans le cadre d'une expérience sur la perception, les goûts et les priorités des gens. L’énoncé était: dans un environnement commun à une heure inappropriée sommes-nous en mesure de percevoir la beauté?

Nous arrêtons-nous pour l'apprécier? Savons-nous reconnaître le talent dans un contexte inattendu?
L'une des conclusions possibles de cette expérience pourrait être: si nous n'avons pas un moment pour nous arrêter et écouter un des meilleurs musiciens au monde jouant la meilleure musique jamais écrite, combien d'autres choses manquons-nous ?

 — at Station de métro de Washington DC.

An afternoon at AP-HP

Un après-midi à l'APHP, un après-midi que je n'oublierais pas de longtemps... J'ai appris là-bas une leçon de vie et d'humanité de celle auxquelles on doit faire face un jour ou l'autre, et qui laisse une trace en soi....Un grand merci à ces quelques femmes rencontrées dans les larmes et la douleur, mais tellement lumineuses de courage face à leur maladie, que jamais je ne les oublierais...
Je crois que c'est cela, c'est une leçon d'humilité et d'humanité que j'ai pris dans le coeur ce jour-là...
j'ai toujours pensé que si un jour par inadvertance, mon docteur devait m'annoncer un cancer, je sauterais par la fenêtre en priant pour que ce docteur là soit au 10eme étage...
En réalité, cet aprés-midi là, j'ai appris une grande leçon d'humilité, j'ai compris que le jour ou votre docteur vous dit que vous avez un cancer, vous prenez la nouvelle avec vous, vous la ramenez chez vous, l'observez dans votre esprit, la tournez, la retournez jusqu'à commencer à en appréhender les tenants et les aboutissants dans la mesure de vos moyens. Et au milieu de tout ça, au milieu de toutes vos connaissances, malgré elles, vous gardez un petit bout d'espoir au fond du coeur, parce que l'on sait tous que le cancer ce ne sont pas que des statistiques, mais avant tout des exceptions, c'est avant tout une personne face à sa mort et à ce qu'elle fait de ce face à face là... Alors vous continuez à avancer, et vous endurez la maladie avec votre sensibilité, votre humilité et votre fierté, tant que cela dure...parce qu'au fond de tout, c'est à propos de cela, durer un peu plus, pour que ce qui est important pour vous soit fait, pour que vos voeux profonds soient réalisés, ou tout du moins en chemin, pour voir se lever encore une autre aube... C'est souvent pour cela que les êtres humains meurent si souvent juste au moment de l'aube, dans la lumière douce d'un jour innocent qui recommence...

One afternoon in APHP, one afternoon of november, that i won't forget...I learnt one of these life lesson you have to face one day, and that make you a better person. Just few words and pictures for these ladies met during one afternoon in hospital, met in tears, despair and pain, but still lightful and courageous, facing their disease with energy and humility...I dont think I will ever forget you...
I was thinking that if one day my doctor told me that I have a cancer, I would jump out of the window. But i don't think it is going to happen this way. I think that when you learn such a bad news, you just take it, you may not even understand it at first, you take it with you back home, you take the idea in your mind, you understand little by little the whole thing, some of the consequences, and you keep a little piece of hope that make you move forward, and endure it while it last...because in the end it is all about that, lasting a bit more to do what need to be done to fulfill your deeper wishes...

Up in the cloud

I am living up in the clouds, so I have difficulties to see where I go...

Another way of changing life....

I would love to change my life but i don't know where to start, which string to pull out...

Changing life..

I would love to change my life, but i don't know which string to pull....
J'aimerais changer de vie, mais je ne sais pas par quel bout commencer....

Refused VISAs: for famous artists and for any foreigners who want to come in France, the so-called and self-called country of human rights

France is the country of freedom and human rights..the country of freedom, equality and brotherhood (or so called) ... yes yes, this is written on the wall of all our city town halls, I promise! if it is written on a wall, it must be true then......

But currently since few years, in France, Politic and basic human rights are fighting...
Politics and Science are fighting....
Politics and Art are fighting...
Politics and Charities are fighting...
Politics and just the common human being looking to be a decent man, are fighting...
It is a general fight and a personal fight.
Why am I saying that? Because great famous artists, painters, musicians, photographers are not authorized anymore to come in France, not even for a single exhibition in a museum like the "centre Beaubourg" , because this poor country is scared by the idea that these artists would decide to settle down in France, like in the glorious time of Picasso, Giacometti, Juan Gris, and the "Bateau Lavoir" in the early 20th century. Glorious period whose we are so proud of, have a short walk in Montmartre and you will see how they are proud to have had famous painters like Picasso and Cie walking in their streets, just spontaneously forgetting that they were NOT French at the time, and that at the time France was a Welcoming country for refugees.
I found this situation very sad, and also very borderline in term of human rights, and in term of decency. For me the richness of a country also depend on the mixes that happens, on all these wonderful encounters you can make with strangers, with people who are different than you. To me, difference is not something frightening, it is something enriching.
What will happen to a country that closes its doors, and refuses every contacts with outside?
What will happen to people that will turn their back on other human being suffering just because they did not get the "chance" to be born here and now?
What will happen to our soul?...
Well my friends, we are simply going to atrophy...to loose our creativity, our energy, and everything that make us a decent human being...
To be honest, right now, I am regretting to be back in France, I was so proud of my country before, but I am not any more. I am so ashamed of the decisions taken by these country managers with our blessings...So ashamed...

UK-France: Coffee against beers

Two neighbor countries but two very different way of life. Our first topic will be life at work in the UK and in France, which could be summarize by:

Coffee against Beers.

In France, we use to have a coffee break at least 3 times a day with colleagues, and these breaks are almost mandatory if you want to be included in a team. The first one will be upon arrival around 9 to 10pm in the morning, just the time to check your emails and then, here you go, the first coffee break of the day. The second one will be after lunch, this one is almost sacred, supposed to help your digestion. The third one will at 4pm, this is our tea time)). The french working day are much longer than in UK starting later, but also finishing much later well after 7 or 8pm. Somehow, one could consider that French working day is however much less efficient than UK working day, as the same task will take longer time.

In UK, the way of life at work is quite different, and this is an english "quite". Another subtle and diplomatic way to say that they are really different. If their day tends to start earlier, it will end-up much earlier too. This is rare to see a lot of people still in the office after 6pm, because they are all in the pub, and believe me, this is not cliche, I worked in 3 different places, and it was like that in each of them, the level of friendship in the team being the driver in term of pub visit frequency. So, i was saying that after 6 they are all drinking together, chatting and chilling out after a not so long day at work, but a much more intense day. It is quite common to eat lunch in front of your computer, having a sandwich while answering emails, or having a meeting or a teleconference. So finally, in a shorter day, you tend to do much more.

Not necessary to specify which way of life at work I do prefer.

I have enjoyed UK way of working so much that now I am not too happy now with the 3 coffee breaks and long lunch break that force you to stay in office up to 8pm, and having no private life in the evening. Not to forget that in France, it is very uncommon to socialize and become REAL friend with your colleagues. Work and personal life remain separated worlds, which make having new friends quite a challenge when you are new somewhere in France....

But this could be another topic....In summary, only one common point, we both love gossiping, French around the coffee, Brits around a beer, but well, i imagine this is simply human nature, isn't it?

One minute of silence

I am listening to one minute of silence...

One minute of silence for those who are not here anymore...

How to avoid or not avoid a little Chinese girl?

A brand new game was invented in China and is now part of the top 10 best-played games ever. This Chinese game is the following: at the start of the game you have to target a small and absolutely cute little Chinese girl around 2 years old who just leave her mom’s hand and start wandering around…

The mom is absolutely focused on something else, not at all having her 2 years old daughter in mind, just thinking on much more important things in life than her cute little daughter… New dress? New beauty products? Or simply fresh food? Who knows and who cares? The result will soon be the same.

So, as I said you have to target the small Chinese girl, you’re driving a nice grey van with your lovely friend aside you, you’re accelerating and finally hit and run over the small baby girl. Then, your grey van stop when the front tires has run over the body, you hesitate a little bit and accelerate again to run over the baby girl with the back tires this time, and finally you disappear from the picture. Stopping is forbidden. The game continues only if you go on your way without any look backward.

Then, second round of the game, the next target is to walk around without looking at her, still moving, still alive, trying to move, probably crying in pain. You have 7 minutes and you have to be at least 17 persons to pass by without a look, without helping, avoiding carefully the place where the small girl is slowly dying.

Game over if you look at her (it) and stop. And you’re the winner if you have managed these two tasks before the dearly attentionate mother is looking back again to try to find her kid!

When I saw this movie on TV few weeks ago, to be honest I thought it was a kind of a sick joke, something quite sordid, too sordid to be true. I was so shocked that I could not even cry, I felt like vomiting. I felt also ashamed to be human, to be part of this humanity that can let things like that happening in a supposedly modern world, a world supposedly enlighten with progress.

First of all, the mother not paying attention and coming back to scene after the incident almost after 10 minutes. Would you let your 2 years old baby girl without surveillance for so long in a busy public market place? Well, sorry, but, no way!

Secondly, this bloody guy driving his bloody car, stopping a first time after running over the baby with the front tyre, deciding to drive away and therefore running over the baby a second time.

And the last straw that broke the camel back, the 17 persons who walked across the dying baby without moving a single finger during 7 long minutes…

Where are we heading? What can explain such indifference? The best excuse I have found about this event is that apparently in China few time before an old lady fell in the street and got her leg broken, she was helped by a young man who have brought her to the hospital. And apparently this poor kind guy have had to pay a 1000 euros fine because he was the last person in contact with the old lady and therefore responsible for what have happened to her.

Therefore it seems that in capitalist china a baby girl life is worth 1000 euros. And that no one will help a dying baby because they MAY have to pay a fine if the baby is disabled after the accident, even if they’re not responsible for the accident. Since when saving a life is nothing in balance of 1000 euros? Since when are we evaluating money when a single gesture would have help the baby?

The conclusion goes to the driver who said that he would prefer the baby to be dead so like that he would have to pay less money than if she was surviving and disabled for life. Apparently, there is a god somewhere, probably asleep, because the driver prayers have been fulfilled. The baby girl died few days after the accident.

The dark side...

Each of us got a dark side... Small or big piece... Consciously or unconsciously... Expressed or unexpressed...

May be what can also alter or change things is the type of lightful prism sitting by our side. To me, this one prism has the power to give us a different light, a different relief, and in fine a different turn to our life... I have seen so many people changing so much when being in a new couple... Some changed quickly, some other changed in a slow manner... Is our better half having the power to drive us in a specific direction, depending on the way they see you? If it was the case, we have to find someone who see us for who we really are, but also for who we really want to become in the future....

The modern paper doll

The modern paper doll :

Currently, in our society, we all have to play roles, we all feel like being some kind of paper dolls, wearing different roles/costumes. And not the least, we have to be performant in all these roles. Good is not enough, great is the new must.

We have to be a great mum, a great lover, a great cook, a great cleaner, a great party/event organizer, a great business woman, a gorgeous lady in the evening, a great sexy girl day and night, a great wife, a great daughter, a great aunt, a great friend, a great, a great...a great everything. You just have to be great, and performant. there is no room for weakness or fragility.

How many time a day do you hear, the following words: performance, rentability, efficacy, efficiency, growth, reactivity, anticipation?

How many time a day are you asked to do more in much little time?

How many time are you asked to act quickly, to sound positive, to give some energetic feeling, positive vibes, constructive feed-backs?

How many costumes have you to wear daily?

I know life is short, and we can rest when we will be dead, still for many of us, it is a long road to go, and we may feel like resting a little in the meantime, enjoying life, just a little and not always being the strong the great wonder woman super heroes that everyone seems to want to see in you. Not to forget the fact that in top of the pre-listed, us, women are forbidden to grow old, we have the obligation to use the arsenal aesthetic surgery and science have brought in front of us to avoid aging, to avoid getting fat. Wrinkles like overweight are not welcome, it is considered as a failure. Aging, getting fat and being weak or simply just normal with up and down, is the new "interdit" of our lovely society. It is like living in a place where everyone is high. How long is going to last before we all collapse, crumble, blow the "interdit"?

Sometimes it would feel comfortable just pacing down at your own rhythm, just walking slowly, in the middle of the running crowd, just resting, breathing, feeling the sun on our skin, enjoying the single fact to be alive, and not asking for more than that...just stopping one second to pretend that everything is just perfect because we are perfect, but accepting that life is unperfect and to live with that, accepting who you really are....