A new report by the JER Kakrine
My only regret, and I draw the ears Kakrine, I try not to be inaccessible, he should not hesitate to tell me hello, it would have been happy to see you for real!
Sunday, January 30, 2011
How Long Do Dry Chemical Fire Extinguishers Last
Another special envoy to Dijon
A new report by the JER Kakrine
My only regret, and I draw the ears Kakrine, I try not to be inaccessible, he should not hesitate to tell me hello, it would have been happy to see you for real!
A new report by the JER Kakrine
My only regret, and I draw the ears Kakrine, I try not to be inaccessible, he should not hesitate to tell me hello, it would have been happy to see you for real!
Upper East Side 24 Hour Laundry
Florent
A short little note, to make way for a new name of adoption discovered yesterday: Florent !
So we had to watch a nice movie about tagada tagada (I have lots of young riders at home) was zapped and it fell on the end of the European Championships of ice, c is not a sport for me, no contact manly, not rugby ... but when I saw the little boy who came back from a beautiful gold medal to France I had hope, when that great poet stunned Nelson Montfort us out "born in poverty in Brazil, raised in a family home in France," I saw that my suspicions were confirmed (I translated, adopted into His family "). And when the little
Florent and his parents (not the true and false, those of the host family of the other dazed) are said by telephone, all the affection they feel, I was almost to love figure skating. After
, Elisabeth Rousseau day, I was pleased to hear of adoptees serene, here's another that shows an adoptee who is happy great things.
I appeal to your testimonials, which adopted the famous sport other than Florent you know?
I remember in the same sport Surya Bonal, and skiing "a little turned on," Gary Zebrowski , which pushes the vice has been born on the same island as my little ones! 
A short little note, to make way for a new name of adoption discovered yesterday: Florent !
So we had to watch a nice movie about tagada tagada (I have lots of young riders at home) was zapped and it fell on the end of the European Championships of ice, c is not a sport for me, no contact manly, not rugby ... but when I saw the little boy who came back from a beautiful gold medal to France I had hope, when that great poet stunned Nelson Montfort us out "born in poverty in Brazil, raised in a family home in France," I saw that my suspicions were confirmed (I translated, adopted into His family "). And when the little
Florent and his parents (not the true and false, those of the host family of the other dazed) are said by telephone, all the affection they feel, I was almost to love figure skating. After
, Elisabeth Rousseau day, I was pleased to hear of adoptees serene, here's another that shows an adoptee who is happy great things.
I appeal to your testimonials, which adopted the famous sport other than Florent you know?
I remember in the same sport Surya Bonal, and skiing "a little turned on," Gary Zebrowski , which pushes the vice has been born on the same island as my little ones!
Brand Of Milena Velba´s Nursing Bra
Check out the blog buddies .....
Since Thursday, I'm sick, can be a gripouille, I just forgot to get vaccinated this year ....
Fortunately, Friday, I had the form, like what adrenaline does things ...
You will soon have my opinion on the Day Elisabeth Rousseau, thanks moved to my speakers and sponsors and more at the super super super JCI!
But here too I have not the strength to stand up yet, I prefer small messages shorter .... and I treat myself to my guard of the future!
Meanwhile, you can go to Moushette to qualify for a record full of humor ...
Go, as in Julien, my dear faithful old padawan, so No Blog a week of life, and it avoids the cheesy songs, which looks kind Veronique Jannot WIG craft, which he continues to speak of beautiful Things like good music (U2, S & G or the sublime Mandela Day), and explanations that go with it, you'll see the same nonsense that I send him, and I dare not put on this blog, as well as theological explanations cool on plagues of Egypt for example, but above all I recommend these Tickets on adoption. I almost always agree with him, but Julian, he is adopted, so we have even more to read and hear me .... or others, is his advice to him, of course we can disagree, but its culture and personal history have made it more difficult to challenge than others. 
Since Thursday, I'm sick, can be a gripouille, I just forgot to get vaccinated this year ....
Fortunately, Friday, I had the form, like what adrenaline does things ...
You will soon have my opinion on the Day Elisabeth Rousseau, thanks moved to my speakers and sponsors and more at the super super super JCI!
But here too I have not the strength to stand up yet, I prefer small messages shorter .... and I treat myself to my guard of the future!
Meanwhile, you can go to Moushette to qualify for a record full of humor ...
Go, as in Julien, my dear faithful old padawan, so No Blog a week of life, and it avoids the cheesy songs, which looks kind Veronique Jannot WIG craft, which he continues to speak of beautiful Things like good music (U2, S & G or the sublime Mandela Day), and explanations that go with it, you'll see the same nonsense that I send him, and I dare not put on this blog, as well as theological explanations cool on plagues of Egypt for example, but above all I recommend these Tickets on adoption. I almost always agree with him, but Julian, he is adopted, so we have even more to read and hear me .... or others, is his advice to him, of course we can disagree, but its culture and personal history have made it more difficult to challenge than others.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Does A Dnc Remove Fibroids
Aubeline
I will not have time to introduce everyone, until tomorrow, but I still some more build "my private Hall of Fame " with Aubeline .
Sometimes I tell myself that I must look suspicious with shrinks .... Yet, if I find some too fanciful, too rigorous, too generalizing, there are of excellent!
The example of attachment disorder is quite suggestive that, this is a subject with which like , housewives who cry about these poor children adopted, which is sometimes also reject all the blame on children, who sells books .... so much so that some experts adoption, irritated by the inflated numbers by some "pros" (the edition that the adoption) refuse to recognize this disease, and sees a way to clear the parents too hard!
The truth is once again between these two extremes, attachment disorder, it does exist, it is terrible for families and children need support, but to announce that 40% of adoptees suffer, it's anything!
Among the real experts in this syndrome, which are of high quality scientific rigor, based on real studies and not small impressions, we are fortunate to have one of the best, nay, the best to Dijon, like what, in this city that is not "the center of the World" (or rather, who is no longer since 1477 ..... free admission to Day Elisabeth Rousseau, who discovers what happened that day) we're fortunate to be well "equipped" by way of adoption.
And icing on the cake, Aubeline , besides being a large well of culture, knowledge and discipline is understandable .....
I would, I abuse it, it is also involved in my "small degree" and I also "cause" in May the general assembly annual pediatricians! 
I will not have time to introduce everyone, until tomorrow, but I still some more build "my private Hall of Fame " with Aubeline .
Sometimes I tell myself that I must look suspicious with shrinks .... Yet, if I find some too fanciful, too rigorous, too generalizing, there are of excellent!
The example of attachment disorder is quite suggestive that, this is a subject with which like , housewives who cry about these poor children adopted, which is sometimes also reject all the blame on children, who sells books .... so much so that some experts adoption, irritated by the inflated numbers by some "pros" (the edition that the adoption) refuse to recognize this disease, and sees a way to clear the parents too hard!
The truth is once again between these two extremes, attachment disorder, it does exist, it is terrible for families and children need support, but to announce that 40% of adoptees suffer, it's anything!
Among the real experts in this syndrome, which are of high quality scientific rigor, based on real studies and not small impressions, we are fortunate to have one of the best, nay, the best to Dijon, like what, in this city that is not "the center of the World" (or rather, who is no longer since 1477 ..... free admission to Day Elisabeth Rousseau, who discovers what happened that day) we're fortunate to be well "equipped" by way of adoption.
And icing on the cake, Aubeline , besides being a large well of culture, knowledge and discipline is understandable .....
I would, I abuse it, it is also involved in my "small degree" and I also "cause" in May the general assembly annual pediatricians!
Chivas Royal Salute 21 Spode Green
Gisele
Still, a great name, I call, in real life, "Madam," and for whom I have great sympathy. Gisele is President of EFA 21, and as I did long ago with Monique it through it all departmental chairmen, all volunteers of the adoption EFA and other associations ( MASF , the APPO and associations adoptees course), I want tribute!
Not all "active" adoptive families are isolated, and isolation and with the spread of stupidity, one of the greatest enemies of adoption!
past two years, Gisele has always been support for the Day Elisabeth Rousseau, as it is a support for adoptive families in our department, it was quite normal (and the more it makes me happy) allow him to present the role of its great combination! 
Still, a great name, I call, in real life, "Madam," and for whom I have great sympathy. Gisele is President of EFA 21, and as I did long ago with Monique it through it all departmental chairmen, all volunteers of the adoption EFA and other associations ( MASF , the APPO and associations adoptees course), I want tribute!
Not all "active" adoptive families are isolated, and isolation and with the spread of stupidity, one of the greatest enemies of adoption!
past two years, Gisele has always been support for the Day Elisabeth Rousseau, as it is a support for adoptive families in our department, it was quite normal (and the more it makes me happy) allow him to present the role of its great combination!
Preston And Steve Audio Clips
Tomorrow night, tomorrow night will be great Marianne name of adoption. For a motivation as it , it still leaves provide great great things in the adoption!
I saw it land about a year ago in my office, she had an appointment on behalf of Junior Chamber Economic . I had heard this term, but I did not know at all what it represented, I thought it was the youngsters of the Chamber of Commerce and Industry who trained to do as adults.
The Committee adopted the youth chamber of Dijon, led by Marianne , wanted to embark on a project to raise awareness of this phenomenon in society. Their initial project was to produce a booklet, for pediatricians and general practitioners to raise awareness of the particularities of the adoption.
No luck! The booklet of the foundation Mustela, which I had to participate actively, had just been released.
I then proposed the challenge of "The Day Elisabeth Rousseau," my old project of interdisciplinary meeting on adoption, who was sleeping, lack of sponsor.
And since my joy matched only by my shame, Marianne and friendly small team are busy any master's hand: the room, sponsors, motivate stakeholders, the 1001 small (and big) details that make the success or dismal failure of a project like this.
I already had an illegitimate child .... with a woman I've ever met (high Zorro the Métèque) it is called "The Two moms Petirou " Tomorrow I have another (all honor) with Marianne, it's called "The Day Elisabeth Rousseau ".... and there was really like a pregnancy, the dad did it "in a hurry," and after He returns occasionally for news and 9 months later, he too is entitled to praise, then it's the mom who does all the work!
Thank you, Marianne at Alexis, Kim , Carolina, Florence, Frédérique, Charlotte and Marie-Pierre , you're great!
Camera Makes Nose Crooked
Marianne Christine
Another big name of adoption, yet someone I am very happy with his response tomorrow.
Yet she, too, when she was appointed I was wary. How
! What! Another doctor named on the adoption! And this time the Service International Adoption under the Ministry of Foreign Affairs !
When we talk about adoption and consultation services they provide, we are told that there is more money ........ ..... mouaif I must say I was mad when I had been told by a government department: that basically I was quite nice, I had actually rendered services to families, but had just three doctors be appointed in the new French Agency Adoption, and my small consulting and I, well, we would no longer useless! Let me of m'esclaffer, curl me, when I see how these three doctors AFA , fully replaced me, I've never had so many requests for consultation or advice for adoption since they are there!
So when Christine arrived, I told myself another doctor who does not do a job as a doctor, and that will be used to justify not giving us anything.
Well, for now, quite the contrary. Christine is a real job of a doctor, his experience UAS has been particularly valuable to come home "children of the earthquake" and various repatriation of sick children being adopted.
And since his appointment, Christine and probably the largest supporter adoption consultations. So much so that I learned that his nickname in the department was that of Miss Coke.
On top of that, add an almost constant smile, an almost unshakable good humor and insight, which enables him to quickly understand the problem data, but also to share things and to seize the franchise and real motives of each. A
be invaluable Christine this, now that we're friends, I like to tease her and promise her a future government. This would be a Christine Minister, with all his intellectual qualities ... ... ... ... and all his human qualities.
More than others, it has greatly his place tomorrow in the debate on the adoption consultations.
Celulitus Abnormal Lab Values
Baby born under X entrusted to grandparents
It was part of the headlines in the newspapers this morning, so you should be aware of, to everyone's surprise, a court in Angers , decided to entrust a child born under the secret his biological grandparents.
I do not know the details of this story, I am not intimate with her grandparents, nor that of his biological mother. And I hope that this decision, to say the least surprising, was actually taken in the interest of the child. This would mean that his mother is really irresponsible, and that her grandparents are really people of all confidence, and high quality.
I sincerely hope, especially for that child, who has already spent too long in the shelters, for stories legal ideology, which go far beyond.
I wonder, however, If such a decision will not be broken in the Court of Cassation, as it moves away from the law.
I worry especially about the motivation of judges, they really sacrificed to the famous "best interests of the child", or did they not do a little stunt, as some like the good times so, to lather, or revolutionize a phenomenon (the adoption and birth anonymously) that they finally know very little!
Once again, I'm still regretting that we speak of change of law, without knowing the existing ones. Like a week ago, I lamented that the law Leonetti quite admirable about the end of life, is as little known doctors, politicians and the media (which are enjoying talking about euthanasia indiscriminately). It would be good to remind everyone that the consent to adoption exists, and it is a good alternative to confinement in X. When he is really most of all, we can be sure that the choice of mothers who give birth in the whole secret will be respectable, and nobody can choose for her. 
It was part of the headlines in the newspapers this morning, so you should be aware of, to everyone's surprise, a court in Angers , decided to entrust a child born under the secret his biological grandparents.
I do not know the details of this story, I am not intimate with her grandparents, nor that of his biological mother. And I hope that this decision, to say the least surprising, was actually taken in the interest of the child. This would mean that his mother is really irresponsible, and that her grandparents are really people of all confidence, and high quality.
I sincerely hope, especially for that child, who has already spent too long in the shelters, for stories legal ideology, which go far beyond.
I wonder, however, If such a decision will not be broken in the Court of Cassation, as it moves away from the law.
I worry especially about the motivation of judges, they really sacrificed to the famous "best interests of the child", or did they not do a little stunt, as some like the good times so, to lather, or revolutionize a phenomenon (the adoption and birth anonymously) that they finally know very little!
Once again, I'm still regretting that we speak of change of law, without knowing the existing ones. Like a week ago, I lamented that the law Leonetti quite admirable about the end of life, is as little known doctors, politicians and the media (which are enjoying talking about euthanasia indiscriminately). It would be good to remind everyone that the consent to adoption exists, and it is a good alternative to confinement in X. When he is really most of all, we can be sure that the choice of mothers who give birth in the whole secret will be respectable, and nobody can choose for her.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
My Baby Always Has Rosy Cheeks
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
History Of The Problem In Facebook
Here is another of my great names of the adoption, you will hear on Friday. But for this gentleman, I must confess that I call more "Excellence" by his first name.
To be honest, when the president announced that he appointed an ambassador for international adoption, I thought it was still a novelty. There may be jealousy, because in my childhood, I stated that I wanted to be a doctor (validated), writer (validated), and diplomat (not (yet) validated).
At our first meeting, I must admit I was surprised by the "gadget". Nay of diplomatic language, nay of inaction, but the concrete, the desire to make things happen. I was shocked and I had expressed, so much so that by the end of this meeting, I started dealing with shopgirl .... shopgirl ... me, so that everyone knows I'm an old hag!
I then wrote a ticket for this blog where I talked about new Wind. Since rather than wind, it was an earthquake, which rocked the world of adoption. And I can say, sincerely, that on this occasion, I've seen "wet his shirt," I saw him pay with his person, to take risks. And for the most part, the repatriation of Haitian children, this is it! For that, hats off Mr. Ambassador, I am proud to welcome you on Friday.
And despite all the respect I owe you, I can not help being naughty, I hope to keep you, if only a few moments after your conference, for you as it should . I know you have humor, and I use.
Asking For Contributions
For you fans! Fred Chang
I'll still put in my little pantheon personnel: great names of adoption, some of the keynote speakers Elizabeth Rousseau.
If you take me for a vile flatterer, who spends the ointment to his guests that he speaks to him gently, you're wrong. It is the opposite. The program of the first day Elizabeth Rousseau has long existed in my little head. And the people I asked, are people that I like. They do me the honor to come. I want to present them.
I may be wrong, even if I just go to Dragon, to make you a ticket all by Friday, some may arrive later.
A word, too, on the public, those attending that day. I have perhaps already said that I was never nervous, like public good, I like to test their reactions, sleep gradually to wake him up brutally. Also in advance, thank you to all the public who will be there. We'll try not to disappoint you.
I think I'm not allowed to tell you, but there are some places, very little, especially as we have fairly strict safety guidelines and it is always the danger ... or ... hope ... ... that some arrive at the last moment without being registered! I know he
will in this audience, a few celebrities, a lot of adoptees. But but but ... ... ... ... You know the lady who has a nice site, blog everything pink, a little Hello Kitty, a blog is a must, if not THE MUST in the small world of adoption. You know, the lady who owes his nickname to mite allergy when she was little, so she always had runny noses.
And yes I mean Moushette, which I look forward to meet him "for real". 
I'll still put in my little pantheon personnel: great names of adoption, some of the keynote speakers Elizabeth Rousseau.
If you take me for a vile flatterer, who spends the ointment to his guests that he speaks to him gently, you're wrong. It is the opposite. The program of the first day Elizabeth Rousseau has long existed in my little head. And the people I asked, are people that I like. They do me the honor to come. I want to present them.
I may be wrong, even if I just go to Dragon, to make you a ticket all by Friday, some may arrive later.
A word, too, on the public, those attending that day. I have perhaps already said that I was never nervous, like public good, I like to test their reactions, sleep gradually to wake him up brutally. Also in advance, thank you to all the public who will be there. We'll try not to disappoint you.
I think I'm not allowed to tell you, but there are some places, very little, especially as we have fairly strict safety guidelines and it is always the danger ... or ... hope ... ... that some arrive at the last moment without being registered! I know he
will in this audience, a few celebrities, a lot of adoptees. But but but ... ... ... ... You know the lady who has a nice site, blog everything pink, a little Hello Kitty, a blog is a must, if not THE MUST in the small world of adoption. You know, the lady who owes his nickname to mite allergy when she was little, so she always had runny noses.
And yes I mean Moushette, which I look forward to meet him "for real".
Store Where You Buy Plastic Santa's For Outdoors.
This is only his nickname, but everyone knows him like that.
is my head, sometimes an older brother, sometimes (rarely rarement. ..?? a engueuleur), it is especially a friend .... and even a "face".
Youngest Professor of Medicine in France (a few years ago), the youngest Dean of the Faculty of Medicine of France (currently), you'll find it hard to stick on any topic of Pediatrics .. .. whew, I arrived on the parasites ... its weak point, he admits. One of the greatest names in France in the fight against cystic fibrosis, newborn screening, education, pediatrics, and so on of the best!
on the sport as he is an expert, ask him how is the world record mini-chick the triple jump on one foot, he will tell you, same for the Gambardella Cup winner 1937, with the score and semi-finalist ... phew, I can stick it on the rugby anyway!
But (you ask you dear readers), why is it a great name for adoption? It is one believe me!
Two reasons, first, ask her "dwarf," it annoys me when he talks like that!
The second is to support me, swallow the snake with me, and tolerate a Physician Hospital he has recruited for many things, going well over half of his time. .. caring a famous Overseas Adoption Consultation! He failed to ban it, others would have done him no, thank you Fred, you deserve it my personal Hall of Fame, and thank you for coming to animate the big debate on Friday!
How To Tell If A Aqua Master Watch Is Real
A number of "my" big names of the adoption will be Friday at Elizabeth Day Rousseau.
I've already mentioned the famous Bernardo , other invited speakers, will also soon be entitled to include in my list of fame. But one of the features I wanted for Day Elisabeth Rousseau, is that adoptees are represented, the name of the day is that of the foreign child who first adopted in France, and I will undertake to open the conference by talking about this great story. Celine will be there, and I am proud and happy. Julien also the only man in the world that I met who is more buff than me about the history of adoption. Too bad he did not speak in his brand new blog, where he prefers to show the greatest hits of the French song (Janot Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah Veronica!), His blog is there, but there will, come rather listen to Friday!
And I wanted to remember Chang, not T, not like Tintin. Describe
Chang, impossible, a wild imagination, a job for Chang, impossible, magician, creator of a rickshaw company (whose slogan was "the little Asian who uses the white 'candidate in joyful nullos stupid game shows, basketball coach, educator Street, operator of his friends to make his moves, sausage smuggler Morteau .... I'm not making it all done!
I look forward to the book he wants to write: "I'm adopted and I'm fine!", he just afraid of does not sell, because nobody cares about it he said, for readers of this blog, it will probably be more interesting than a book we are talking a lot right now ..... Chang Friday, you will summarize this book!
And the second picture, what is it? Face, it's me (and I was still polite), when Chang told me (leaning on the shoulder of another friend) that he had dislocated the big toe and that I would have continue the move itself!
Friday, January 21, 2011
Blaupunkt Gta 4 Special Mk 2
Total irrelevant adoption .... Elisabeth Rousseau
.... Although I could not help but turn a former minister that many of you like it! You know
the old hag that I am, I can not fail to be indignant, and when our local newspaper, a country doctor boasts zigouillé 50 patients (helped to die he said), it gives me the creeps!
For two reasons, first is there a law on end of life, very well done (Léonetti said Act), which clearly explained that every effort must be put in place against the pain, and that care must be reasonable, without aggressive treatment.
The second is that hospices high quality, as centers struggle against pain exist in our region, as in many other regions ....
But he does not know the law clearly does not seek to know and rather than step down and give his patients in pain, he played in his corner the doctor Almighty. The era of the doctor-I know-all-I-am-the-good-god-look-me-don't-talk-does not exist anymore.
We each have our skills and all our shortcomings, let us recognize them!
What he did is reprehensible by the law, but even more so is its conduct of any power which is severe .... but the press is still a good customer!
The answer given to the newspaper:
it is easy, especially under cover of anonymity to boast of being stronger than death, abuse his knowledge to decide between life and death.
it is easy not to really help our patients in pain do not have the means to alleviate them, but to go to more "direct" (at least then we will not be disturbed!) not to prescribe strong pain killers, which the law allows us to Léonetti exceed the usual doses for the sole purpose of relieving patients. The same law that authorizes us to refuse futile treatment, which add nothing to the patient. That
is easy to remain omnipotent in his corner, and not to accept when you can not relieve our patients to hand over to the relevant departments in the accompaniment, the Palliative Care and pain.
few years ago, a nurse had confessed to having "helped" dozens of patients to die. Immediately many journalists, the health minister of the day (recent foreign minister who is not a close contracdiction) had defended him, saying he should not make a scapegoat before realized that his megalomania was the main cause of his actions, and that patients it had not eliminated all the so-called last resort.
Make no mistake debate.
science, pharmacology, law, we can relieve almost all pain, Palliative care units do a great job.
Life and death are not doctors. Our duty, our mission is above all: to help, heal, alleviate, assist, not to play God.
interrogates Why do we never Patient hospices, and happy as they could live in such places? Why
tetraplegic patients, heavily disabled, but happy living are never interviewed in the media. But they are numerous, but they annoy us, they are not perfect, they cost us dear? Both eliminate ...
ticket writing as a citizen by a pediatrician Jean-Vital Monléon, 
.... Although I could not help but turn a former minister that many of you like it! You know
the old hag that I am, I can not fail to be indignant, and when our local newspaper, a country doctor boasts zigouillé 50 patients (helped to die he said), it gives me the creeps!
For two reasons, first is there a law on end of life, very well done (Léonetti said Act), which clearly explained that every effort must be put in place against the pain, and that care must be reasonable, without aggressive treatment.
The second is that hospices high quality, as centers struggle against pain exist in our region, as in many other regions ....
But he does not know the law clearly does not seek to know and rather than step down and give his patients in pain, he played in his corner the doctor Almighty. The era of the doctor-I know-all-I-am-the-good-god-look-me-don't-talk-does not exist anymore.
We each have our skills and all our shortcomings, let us recognize them!
What he did is reprehensible by the law, but even more so is its conduct of any power which is severe .... but the press is still a good customer!
The answer given to the newspaper:
it is easy, especially under cover of anonymity to boast of being stronger than death, abuse his knowledge to decide between life and death.
it is easy not to really help our patients in pain do not have the means to alleviate them, but to go to more "direct" (at least then we will not be disturbed!) not to prescribe strong pain killers, which the law allows us to Léonetti exceed the usual doses for the sole purpose of relieving patients. The same law that authorizes us to refuse futile treatment, which add nothing to the patient. That
is easy to remain omnipotent in his corner, and not to accept when you can not relieve our patients to hand over to the relevant departments in the accompaniment, the Palliative Care and pain.
few years ago, a nurse had confessed to having "helped" dozens of patients to die. Immediately many journalists, the health minister of the day (recent foreign minister who is not a close contracdiction) had defended him, saying he should not make a scapegoat before realized that his megalomania was the main cause of his actions, and that patients it had not eliminated all the so-called last resort.
Make no mistake debate.
science, pharmacology, law, we can relieve almost all pain, Palliative care units do a great job.
Life and death are not doctors. Our duty, our mission is above all: to help, heal, alleviate, assist, not to play God.
interrogates Why do we never Patient hospices, and happy as they could live in such places? Why
tetraplegic patients, heavily disabled, but happy living are never interviewed in the media. But they are numerous, but they annoy us, they are not perfect, they cost us dear? Both eliminate ...
ticket writing as a citizen by a pediatrician Jean-Vital Monléon,
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Rotary Or Foil Shaver
Day ... last chance ...
Entries are filling fast, and as we are limited in terms of safety for the number of places .... This will soon be completed, if you want to register, call quickly!
I remind you that this day of conferences will be held Friday, January 28 from 9 am to 17 pm (possibly more in the hall of honor General Council of Gold Coast. And here
some details of the program, why I leave the word and honor to Young Economic Chamber d e Dijon, whose dynamism has helped revive my dream and this day.
Their site is here and the site, the more detailed program of the day here. 
Entries are filling fast, and as we are limited in terms of safety for the number of places .... This will soon be completed, if you want to register, call quickly!
I remind you that this day of conferences will be held Friday, January 28 from 9 am to 17 pm (possibly more in the hall of honor General Council of Gold Coast. And here
some details of the program, why I leave the word and honor to Young Economic Chamber d e Dijon, whose dynamism has helped revive my dream and this day.
Their site is here and the site, the more detailed program of the day here.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Brazilian Waxing Erection Stories
OUT OF ROOM IN MARCH 21
It is with indescribable joy that I look forward to seeing you in March to discover my new novel, HOUSE 21. For more info:
It is with indescribable joy that I look forward to seeing you in March to discover my new novel, HOUSE 21. For more info:
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Masterbation Techneces
The adoption figures for 2011
No it's not a typo for the title of this post, what are the figures of 2011 I wanted to talk.
You probably know the figures of 2010 and if you do not know just click here .
could naively think that this is a good life year. But a minimum knowledge of the data shows us that international adoption is what I call the funnel is in place, unfortunately. I confess to having a lot of pity for the families who are currently in a desire for adoption because the funnel is increasingly strengthened.
At my advanced age, I have no desire to adopt another child, but I think about friends, relationships, or simply families that I meet who have this strong desire to create or enlarge their family, and to do this through adoption.
analysis in adopting the 2010 figures would tend to make me very pessimistic.
The two countries are leading figures for 2010, we already know, they may be closed much of the year 2011 may see even the whole year. I will not go into Haiti, I have already discussed at length in my article on the gel. For Vietnam, where it is without doubt that this country crumbling under the name of candidacy and eager to clarify its adoption system called for a moratorium and that it accepts the new folder. In Haiti as in Vietnam, the numbers have been inflated in 2010, to allow the repatriation of a part, and also to finalize the current cases before the moratorium.
The third country and Colombia, a great final adoption in France, always placed winner ever, I even nicknamed the Poulidor this country of adoption. This country is without doubt one of the play a square game and more regular in the field of adoption. But I do not know if the increase seen in 2010 will continue.
The fourth country, Russia is also a risk. I am interested in adopting is announced each year its imminent closure.
Another uncertainty with the number five countries: Ethiopia, this country is the main focus of what I call the Obama effect. That is to say that Americans who previously had no interest in adoption in Africa, are now perfectly acceptable to adopt a child closer to dark skin. What I will say is perhaps not politically correct, but the Americans and their famous private adoption agencies have landed their big shoes in this country and have a little blurred and maps. This provoked a reaction against adoption in Ethiopia. France and FAO in particular did not Forcing and hopefully we will not know to stay the same sign, and that good relations between our countries in the FAO will again start the adoption by the French based on sound foundations.
Unfortunately, I do not see a new country can be a reliable new destination for families. Unfortunately or fortunately
... ... because we must not forget that adoption is a necessary evil and an option for disadvantaged children. Necessary evil, but still extremely useful in many countries. I also think that many children to be adopted in many parts of the world, that this solution would probably be best for their future and that data from national pride, international politics do not make possible. We can only bow to this and accept the choice of each country. 
No it's not a typo for the title of this post, what are the figures of 2011 I wanted to talk.
You probably know the figures of 2010 and if you do not know just click here .
could naively think that this is a good life year. But a minimum knowledge of the data shows us that international adoption is what I call the funnel is in place, unfortunately. I confess to having a lot of pity for the families who are currently in a desire for adoption because the funnel is increasingly strengthened.
At my advanced age, I have no desire to adopt another child, but I think about friends, relationships, or simply families that I meet who have this strong desire to create or enlarge their family, and to do this through adoption.
analysis in adopting the 2010 figures would tend to make me very pessimistic.
The two countries are leading figures for 2010, we already know, they may be closed much of the year 2011 may see even the whole year. I will not go into Haiti, I have already discussed at length in my article on the gel. For Vietnam, where it is without doubt that this country crumbling under the name of candidacy and eager to clarify its adoption system called for a moratorium and that it accepts the new folder. In Haiti as in Vietnam, the numbers have been inflated in 2010, to allow the repatriation of a part, and also to finalize the current cases before the moratorium.
The third country and Colombia, a great final adoption in France, always placed winner ever, I even nicknamed the Poulidor this country of adoption. This country is without doubt one of the play a square game and more regular in the field of adoption. But I do not know if the increase seen in 2010 will continue.
The fourth country, Russia is also a risk. I am interested in adopting is announced each year its imminent closure.
Another uncertainty with the number five countries: Ethiopia, this country is the main focus of what I call the Obama effect. That is to say that Americans who previously had no interest in adoption in Africa, are now perfectly acceptable to adopt a child closer to dark skin. What I will say is perhaps not politically correct, but the Americans and their famous private adoption agencies have landed their big shoes in this country and have a little blurred and maps. This provoked a reaction against adoption in Ethiopia. France and FAO in particular did not Forcing and hopefully we will not know to stay the same sign, and that good relations between our countries in the FAO will again start the adoption by the French based on sound foundations.
Unfortunately, I do not see a new country can be a reliable new destination for families. Unfortunately or fortunately
... ... because we must not forget that adoption is a necessary evil and an option for disadvantaged children. Necessary evil, but still extremely useful in many countries. I also think that many children to be adopted in many parts of the world, that this solution would probably be best for their future and that data from national pride, international politics do not make possible. We can only bow to this and accept the choice of each country.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Handmade Light Globes
Gel
Between 800 and 1000 children from Haiti are back home, I was the first to rejoice, to fight for that and welcome them, but this post may not make me that friends.
few more "special cases" should happen ... and then ...??
A "freeze" was decided for an adoption in Haiti, and since the date of the earthquake, no reallocation is possible! I agree
this, firstly because it is a rule to allow time after a disaster not to adopt children .... Have the decency "to bury the dead", to bereavement, to allow separated families to meet. I have enough appeal to those who denied wrong (and still do) the anticipation of the award before the earthquake children repatriated in 2010, to prove them right now.
Is a year enough for a time, perhaps?
But first, most countries agreed to consider adopting a common moratorium, France can not break it unilaterally without consultation or risk being seriously discredit the world of adoption. ... And do not forget that Haiti is on the ground: no chair (when will the second round?), With no real help, ask them to look first to provide children for adoption appear as dishonest (I weigh my words!).
And above all, the earthquake has revealed everything that was not going well in this country. And that's just to say, those who so vehemently criticized the repatriation play on it (the truth) to discredit all families and all childcare ... Let us be clear, all adoptions in Haiti are not "borderline", but a lot of adoptions "limits" are made in Haiti.
be noted again ... I've seen since my consultation are nearly 500 small and almost as many Haitian families who have adopted them, and most (overwhelmingly) are great for families, real families, with their flaws, their qualities, but also the desire to be real families, most will arrive successfully, even if they are single mothers (unlike what others think), again there are formidable, same if risk factors are more important.
As for nurseries, there are very good in Haiti, we also know that there are disasters ....
is also why I believe we must carefully weigh the pros and cons before allowing further adoptions in Haiti.
However, I have a big concern. It relates to the collateral effects of the gel.
Children are still in orphanages in Haiti, without the revenue of adoptions, these places can not meet the needs of these children .... While some nurseries close to lucrative, I'm not going to miss them, but there are also in Haiti many places where the maximum is done to accommodate children ... .. that they become with cholera? Small restavec? 
Between 800 and 1000 children from Haiti are back home, I was the first to rejoice, to fight for that and welcome them, but this post may not make me that friends.
few more "special cases" should happen ... and then ...??
A "freeze" was decided for an adoption in Haiti, and since the date of the earthquake, no reallocation is possible! I agree
this, firstly because it is a rule to allow time after a disaster not to adopt children .... Have the decency "to bury the dead", to bereavement, to allow separated families to meet. I have enough appeal to those who denied wrong (and still do) the anticipation of the award before the earthquake children repatriated in 2010, to prove them right now.
Is a year enough for a time, perhaps?
But first, most countries agreed to consider adopting a common moratorium, France can not break it unilaterally without consultation or risk being seriously discredit the world of adoption. ... And do not forget that Haiti is on the ground: no chair (when will the second round?), With no real help, ask them to look first to provide children for adoption appear as dishonest (I weigh my words!).
And above all, the earthquake has revealed everything that was not going well in this country. And that's just to say, those who so vehemently criticized the repatriation play on it (the truth) to discredit all families and all childcare ... Let us be clear, all adoptions in Haiti are not "borderline", but a lot of adoptions "limits" are made in Haiti.
be noted again ... I've seen since my consultation are nearly 500 small and almost as many Haitian families who have adopted them, and most (overwhelmingly) are great for families, real families, with their flaws, their qualities, but also the desire to be real families, most will arrive successfully, even if they are single mothers (unlike what others think), again there are formidable, same if risk factors are more important.
As for nurseries, there are very good in Haiti, we also know that there are disasters ....
is also why I believe we must carefully weigh the pros and cons before allowing further adoptions in Haiti.
However, I have a big concern. It relates to the collateral effects of the gel.
Children are still in orphanages in Haiti, without the revenue of adoptions, these places can not meet the needs of these children .... While some nurseries close to lucrative, I'm not going to miss them, but there are also in Haiti many places where the maximum is done to accommodate children ... .. that they become with cholera? Small restavec?
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Carolina Biological Lab
January 12
Today my heart is Haiti for a year, I was selfish with you to help me fight for the arrival of French children, because I repeat what are 800 small French who arrived in France in 2010 from their native island bruised.
But today, the Haitian people and I think that I will not forget. Cholera is still there, the buildings are still on the ground, aid is still struggling to happen ... and what people I know only by the nearly 500 timoun I received is still standing! As
said this morning, speaking of his countrymen and with admiration, the Haitian writer Dany Lafferrière: they are "professional victims"!
Do not forget them, help them not collapse. 
Today my heart is Haiti for a year, I was selfish with you to help me fight for the arrival of French children, because I repeat what are 800 small French who arrived in France in 2010 from their native island bruised.
But today, the Haitian people and I think that I will not forget. Cholera is still there, the buildings are still on the ground, aid is still struggling to happen ... and what people I know only by the nearly 500 timoun I received is still standing! As
said this morning, speaking of his countrymen and with admiration, the Haitian writer Dany Lafferrière: they are "professional victims"!
Do not forget them, help them not collapse.
Log Trailers For Sale
A new interview of Professor Larry-Paul Soul in The foul
The foul: Professor, thank you first introduce yourself to our readers who read our newspaper usual arbiter of elegance, as you had to explain your brilliant editor ...
Professor Larry-Paul Soul: I'm a taxidermist clinician orientation Kirkegaard, ascendancy of wisdom. The
I: Let us go straight into the heart of the matter, what about the repatriation of children of Sumatra following the eruption of Krakatoa ...
I remind readers that our friendly eruption occurred in 1883 and like others you are offended by the rapidity with which the authorities of our présipauté was allowed the repatriation of children adopted by grolandais Sumatra ... . PLS
Pr: yes, it's a shame, 127 years, which we kidding? Are we sure that these children were orphaned well, do we really think to check there was not a bottom-up (see a descendant from the time) at least 12 ° degree ...
before imagined such a shame. This repatriation is unfair and far too rushed ... The
I: Yes, remind our readers that the friendly last wave of these children arrived last night in a galley ...
Yet some of your colleagues are concerned about health, possible epidemics might these children if they stay for Sumatra ...
Pr PLS: it is not so, I go every week in Sumatra, is beyond my practice taxidermy children of the volcano, they are all very well, I have found on 8346023 children that I have examined a single case of foot horn and a light (she received only two children) ispoiétose acute epidemic! The
I: And you're worried, the capacity of our adoptive parents to accommodate tele présipauté children who have experienced such trauma.
Pr PLS: indeed, for 117 years that the repatriation of children of Sumatra began, I attended all the landings of the galleys in the port of Toulon. So I found that parents who expected these children are accumulating risk factors: 93% were polygamous, 77% had a poodle, 23% plan Whole foods, 17% still use their bidet, 31% plan to vote for André Lajoie, 57% use chat machine, 63% have purchased a factor in their calendar with a photo of kittens, 28% listen to discs Mika and only 0 , 0001% plan to buy my book ..... and the first gesture of all his relatives was the arrival of their child to their ridiculous faux amber necklace, the sole purpose of limiting their toothache.
I wrote this text with provocative thinking about the man I deeply respected for his deep convictions for adoption, to limit such risks and help support the family .... I shared that belief and I know he has not forgotten, I remain very confident that he still has. I just show him how by blending the realities and absurdities could be ridiculous! 
The foul: Professor, thank you first introduce yourself to our readers who read our newspaper usual arbiter of elegance, as you had to explain your brilliant editor ...
Professor Larry-Paul Soul: I'm a taxidermist clinician orientation Kirkegaard, ascendancy of wisdom. The
I: Let us go straight into the heart of the matter, what about the repatriation of children of Sumatra following the eruption of Krakatoa ...
I remind readers that our friendly eruption occurred in 1883 and like others you are offended by the rapidity with which the authorities of our présipauté was allowed the repatriation of children adopted by grolandais Sumatra ... . PLS
Pr: yes, it's a shame, 127 years, which we kidding? Are we sure that these children were orphaned well, do we really think to check there was not a bottom-up (see a descendant from the time) at least 12 ° degree ...
before imagined such a shame. This repatriation is unfair and far too rushed ... The
I: Yes, remind our readers that the friendly last wave of these children arrived last night in a galley ...
Yet some of your colleagues are concerned about health, possible epidemics might these children if they stay for Sumatra ...
Pr PLS: it is not so, I go every week in Sumatra, is beyond my practice taxidermy children of the volcano, they are all very well, I have found on 8346023 children that I have examined a single case of foot horn and a light (she received only two children) ispoiétose acute epidemic! The
I: And you're worried, the capacity of our adoptive parents to accommodate tele présipauté children who have experienced such trauma.
Pr PLS: indeed, for 117 years that the repatriation of children of Sumatra began, I attended all the landings of the galleys in the port of Toulon. So I found that parents who expected these children are accumulating risk factors: 93% were polygamous, 77% had a poodle, 23% plan Whole foods, 17% still use their bidet, 31% plan to vote for André Lajoie, 57% use chat machine, 63% have purchased a factor in their calendar with a photo of kittens, 28% listen to discs Mika and only 0 , 0001% plan to buy my book ..... and the first gesture of all his relatives was the arrival of their child to their ridiculous faux amber necklace, the sole purpose of limiting their toothache.
I wrote this text with provocative thinking about the man I deeply respected for his deep convictions for adoption, to limit such risks and help support the family .... I shared that belief and I know he has not forgotten, I remain very confident that he still has. I just show him how by blending the realities and absurdities could be ridiculous!
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Non-comedogenic Drugstore Foundation
La Chine Hong Kong
Friday, August 6, 2010
I'm in Hong Kong, alarm clock and breakfast in a real coffee. I send a package to France with some clothes and business that will lessen my backpack and I go get my visa agency, visa ca famous too hard to get directly to the Chinese embassy, while the agency does not require that a photo and a few dollars.
I took a train to Guangzhou, former city 2h Hong Kong, China, and starting point to several possible destinations.
arrived at the station, customs formalities, scrupulous checking of passports and visas. I book a train to immediately Chengdu, a city on the border of Tibet, or I would try to obtain a special permit to enter and do my little way. Departure is tomorrow at 18h, there is no possible start earlier, and I have no idea how long the journey, one day? 2 days? I do not know if it's a place in bed, a chair, a bench to share in the economy class. The girl's desk does not speak a word of English and did not want to bother to make themselves understood. Inch allah I could see.
I take the subway in Guangzhou to a place where I had spotted a cheap hotel on my copy of Lonely Planet which I use rarely, but it is full. I try hard with my questions gestural people to the streets because nobody speaks English, the other 5 hotels are full, too.
I finished not find one, after 2 hours of search the backpack, straps firmly in my shoulders is a room for 15 euros and I'm not difficult for just one night Almost all the hotels here are at least at this price, because they all offer some comfort that I gladly spend, TV with 5 channels or manga series Chinese passing loop, bathroom with mechanical ventilation, air conditioning , electronic card to access a room, and with all that, the hotel is in constant renovation, development, work, bags of cement in the carpeted corridors, wall construction to seal another corridor leading to the vacuum, the same image that I have China which is growing very, too fast.
Saturday, August 7, 2008
I take the train tonight and I'm going to tour the surrounding streets. I buy a game of Go (Weiqi, Baduk, Igo) Cell for 3 times nothing, if I meet a Chinese player in this game, it would be a pleasure, may be tomorrow on the train. A saleswoman
covers for iPhone, trying to accommodate my copy and eventually split the screen by pressing it. Too bad because this handy gadget for internet only had 2 days ^ ^.
I find the little shop that the saleswoman told me, a simple small room full of phones used in the window all more or less patched up, 5 or 6 vendors behind the counter who are to catch with all customers, I am changing the screen for 200 RMB (20 €), in just one hour, what could be better!? Wonder they have all parts in this greasy spoon that has everything to repair the phones, and even to change a front view of the iPhone!
Photos of Guangzhou, some amazing!
I queue at the station, immense. The boarding lounge is just as huge and full of travelers, it is impressive.
My car has rows of 5 seats on the width, 110 people, uncomfortable seats in the record there too pointed to doze while sitting, and I'm aisle, no window to keep me if I fall asleep, I have one small corner of this half-table hanging on the wall to bend the arms, and lay his head. My neighbor across speaks 3 words of English, he was a soldier in Tibet for 8 years.
Very little exchange, person speak English and we have already reached our limits of conversation with my neighbor, many eyes fixed on me, and I'd end up embarrassing myself do. A group forms around us when my neighbor translated a few words in Chinese that will help me during the trip, basic words like "hello", "thank you", and also the numbers, indicates that here with the hand without needing to say, just the fingers of 1 to 5, then a few different positions of fingers for the numbers 6-10.
After the list of words that I asked him, he insists that I add a word to my list, "money". It reminds me of what someone told me that I met in Hong Kong: "The Chinese are very strong in business and if the negotiation is not enough, they also invented gunpowder ^ ^."
During these early hours, many passengers are moving around me, just to watch me. Stares, curious, many tourists come to see who travels in economy class. It's really frustrating not being able to share the simplest words, annoying to have all the looks and comments are incomprehensible, and after a few hours I resign myself and get used to pass for the ride, with my hair my blue eyes and blond.
A guy who works in the company's train arrived in the car, and during half time, we sold as a market, sets necklace + bracelet designed to reduce the bad vibes around us from what I understood Photo packaging. He sold a dozen in this car for a good price. It will resume Sunday morning selling a set of toothbrushes and toothpaste for a good price too, and his colleague, has two other times, will have less success or sales experience for green stone pendants, or later Gaming plastic. Passengers are each a listen to the salesman who speaks so loudly that it can do nothing else but to hear, and so people are listening and buying it is tempting to do so, to pass the time during those long hours of travel and for just a few RMB.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
I have not slept all night, not even sitting on the floor head on the seat of the chair, I can not fit under the chair, the little place has been taken before, and lay his head on his arms outstretched on the corner table is not possible more than half an hour, a real-nighter.
My neighbor pays me a soup in the morning, well spiced, it helps to emerge from I do not know what state muddy ... It would take me to Tibet, but it is impossible to explain that to get in, I must have a permit, follow a group, have an official guide, permits, reservations and the whole shebang asked by Chinese police ...
No TV in our car is the cheapest class. The TV is in the following car a class above, but it was still the sound of the movie passes, issued in the speakers of our car.
I discovered the Chinese, they seem harsh, direct, does not interfere with ways to talk, to live at their ease, when they want to do something, they do it without waiting or hesitation. And I started to appreciate this mentality simple, straightforward and responsive to life (or survival) here.
It is 11am, already two hours late and I'm starting to understand that the arrival in Chengdu is not for today but for tomorrow. I dream of a bed, true, or even just a place to lie down and unfortunately it is impossible under the seats for already filled, as on the luggage rail above us. The car was cold that night and I had to put the only clothes I have, 3 tee shirts over each other, the air conditioning is set too cold and many people trying to sleep holding his idly. On arrival tomorrow morning, many people coughing, air conditioning is often set too high.
The scenery is excellent and reminiscent of Ninh Binh, south of Hanoi in Vietnam, these mounds emerging from rocky flat ground all around, like a Halong Bay on land. I pay a bunch of cakes at a station during a stop to change their attitude spiced rice, and I discovered lots of little mushrooms on the cakes when I open the package expired. Even a sale made by an employee of the train tonight, a pendant with our Chinese zodiac animal of only 5 RMB a bargain! I devoured half of the book "Corto Maltese" It is adventurous, lucky, enigmatic, who travels the Pacific, easy to dive into this story!
An employee of the train passes the brushes 5 or 6 times over the 30 hour journey, each with many picking up trash on the ground that the passengers do not bother to put trash in the small table, a stainless steel tray taking half of this small table on which I try sometimes to rest a failure to sleep, her head on my arms crossed. In the evening, another small group of around 15 people Peng Cheng Yang, my neighbor and I who are still trying to understand us and share 3 words, too difficult, but once a day is already a great effort, and it's a good show full of comments, smiles, laughs, looks of listeners, in addition to their looks Retailers me, which I get used to strength -:)
Monday 9 August 2010
I still have not slept all night and ... Finally! My seatmate arrives at its destination and leaves the ship at 6am, me releasing the seat of a meter wide in the 4 hour trip remaining, and what a start! I was not expecting to enjoy as much comfort at this point so narrow, hard, noisy, under constant surveillance glances of my neighbors, in short, the foot!
We arrive at 10am, my friend woke Travel it also strongly activates normal. It landed in the largest station in Chengdu, 4 million. We take a lunch, a simple dish of spicy noodles well, hopefully will cross again, even if unlikely, and I can not explain with our few common words, I can not leave freely visit Tibet with him because of the requirement of a permit official APC + group + guide + bookings etc. .. mandatory. It helps me find a bus that will take me to a neighborhood where I would look for a guesthouse.
The bus driver is pretty stressed out, sometimes he cries or howls to the passengers to go push themselves to the bottom so that others can go, he gives major boost to startups that everyone is pushed to the back of the bus, not effective enough, then he starts on every boot, he hoots without interrupt each vehicle before him, thinking that the vehicle will disappear thanks to his magic horn, and he kindly tells me my stop ^ ^.
I found a guesthouse where I have a bed at a good price in small dorm, no need to search in 5 or 6 different hotels in Chengdu as this time. Upon my arrival, I learn, as I foresaw, that Tibet is too complicated to access. I was hoping from group to Lhasa, then leave the group on their way to join another to a place I want to visit, a place quite remote in the mountains. The only possibility to reach Tibet: the chick from the guesthouse tells me the price of the ticket I had already found, it adds the price of the tour hosts that I am compelled to join them for 6 days in Lhasa in order to then obtain an access permit to Tibet, and finally she told me that I have to decide immediately because officials are on vacation for 10 days from tomorrow and it will be impossible to obtain a permit APCs, which allows enter Tibet. After too many calculations and attempts, I I resign.
then I go see 2 or 3 clothes shops mountain, the prices of jackets and sleeping bags, ladies, then I'll put in a park with a game of go (Weik game) in my bag, sometimes I might invite a Chinese player has a game. No go players here, especially Chinese chess, with some notes on the table. A guy cleans my ears in the park with thin stems not reassuring and I am a nice downpour before returning to the hotel, change of season.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Wake late, and the worst mood, asking me if I continue my trip to the mountains to Tibet, or if I stop everything. I take the bus to go to walk and discover the Chinese shopping, a mall filled with shops full of shirts, then another filled with jeans, shops overflowing into the hallways, vendors are sleeping on their desks because too few clients come to disturb them.
I eat a bowl of noodle soup accompanies excellent among other small pieces of celery, which adds that little tart taste delicious. The toilet, the toilet door did not Turkish. I finally find a room big enough and internet ay am preparing to spend 2 hours to write a lot of blog content, but the girl at home who do not speak English I am reading a message in English prepared to show it to foreigners: "The Chinese government prohibits providing Internet foreigners," the dark side of openness and communication Chinese ^ ^. Returning to the hotel, I discovered the area behind my hotel, a Tibetan district where there are tons of small shops selling clothes, Tibetan and Buddhist objects, statues, paintings of deities, jewelry.
A sleeping bag for 10 euros and a warm jacket, these warm jackets trimmed with Tibetan wig inside the sleeves are too long and that can cover your hands in cold weather, 12 euros, easy to choose compared to copies North Face EUR 40 minimum. Dinner for 0.60 euros an excellent vegetarian dish of various vegetables, soy, and rice in a small shop filled with some Tibetan Buddhist monks to the prying eyes and welcoming smiles.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Day tasting, breakfast excellent and huge plate of rice and tomatoes, pork and beans dish, large bowl of vegetable soup and noodles and a bowl of rice , which the waitress adds milk drink and apple syrup, I'm sated. And the d ine, I discovered the Hot Pot, a specialty of Chengdu, two broth seasoned with various spices, herbs, and cut of meat, including a well tucked into peppers on a gas fire in the center of the table, where I dipped vegetables and pieces of meat that was ordered, I filled clear ^ ^
Thursday, August 12, 2010
I met a small group of Buddhists who returned from a village called Dzogchen, 3 days transportation here, a place they describe me in the middle of the mountain, full of temples and monks. An acknowledged master in the West, who lives in Belgium Now, there are two temples built among many others, he was recognized by the Dalai Lama as the reincarnation of a certain Patrul Rinpoche.
excellent dinner in the evening again with a Chinese friend.
When I asked him his opinion on China installed in Tibet, the discussion becomes difficult, I wonder if my English is perfect, if I fully understood what a friend told me the Tibetan Tashi on his flight from Tibet and the difficulties he encountered, and when Tashi was also perfect English, without adding that otherwise I might not understand correctly what he said. One way clever to doubt my criticism of the control of Tibet by China.
Tibet remained an independent province administered by the Dalai Lama until 1949.
Ballad evening in a small park of Chinese dance, a little animation surely this neighborhood daily, most are elderly and I enjoy a waltz with all granny happy.
I buy my bus ticket to take the road to Kangding tomorrow, on the road from the small village of Dzogchen.
Photos of Chengdu
Friday, August 13, 2010
I leave for Tibet. 8am bus sitting next to a smiling Chinese who speak English As far as I can speak Chinese. Lunch in a snack or I feast of crisp apples.
Landscape increasingly has followed a wide mountain river, which becomes a rushing river in this valley steep, narrow passages can still pull off a wide road to access fast enough to Kangding. Tunnels, construction sites whenever there is some ground deposits which are not yet, the Chinese settled yet, everywhere, and firmly.
arrived in Kangding, 19h, where I have to strongly negotiate a room facing the bus station where I'm leaving early tomorrow morning for Ganze.
A small room or I touch the ceiling of my head, and the bed takes up the entire "room", thankfully the bed with a 2 seater to be able to put my bag.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
survey at 5am, I buy 3 cakes at a grocery store, spend my baggage scanner to the bus station, the same apparatus as in airports, surely put in place after the events of the rebellion Tibet. The minibus was already full, but 3 guys eventually leave because they had no ticket and tried to directly pay the driver a few notes of the hand hand like this is often done. We start at 6am, but I'm not comfortable motivated to join Dzogchen. Breaks are rare, 2 or 3 on the 14 hour trip (against 9 hours announced in the Lonely Planet), the driver runs slowly, one of the rear axle double tires was punctured in the passages in the work and we changes on a roadside.
A wooden hut and a family is here for, to inflate the tire change or other cons that are not punctured but just as smooth as those of the minibus, reassuring for the future journey on this bumpy road which is rather a muddy track in the rain that we take you to spend a few passes through small narrow lanes and equally dangerous. China rebuilt the road, and for now it's a bad track on one of two ways and the other lane strip of asphalt that extends 20 cm in height under the efforts of Tibetan workers and workers who dump their wheelbarrows of concrete on this road truly made by hand, as one would sink the slab of a house. Along the "road" dangerous areas of the sites are marked with these colorful Buddhist prayers flags you see everywhere here.
During the first 10-hour trip, slalom between this track and some length of the new road, then the last 4 hours on the old road full of traps deep enough to take the minibus down the ravine, the driver deftly avoids driving by shots alive despite his long hours away and his eyes red, his gourd does not contain the tea he starts to talk and laugh all alone in the past 2 hours away.
Ganze has arrived, a lot of work here as China landscape roads, small shops are dusty and remind me of India and Nepal. The people, mostly Tibetans, monks, many women in traditional dress and men with the red tape that holds their long brown hair.
I could get a room facing the bus, dear, while a grandmother offered me a room even more expensive as a small 2 bedroom apartments. Dinner omelet rice and tomatoes as I like and I eat as much to improve a few vegetables added to the usual plate of rice every meal. I buy a waterproof jacket to cover my warm jacket Tibetan cons rain tomorrow because I joined the small village of Dzogchen, another 1000 feet higher.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
careful with sensitive souls ... A quick tour of the infamous toilets that stink the whole corridor for this hotel they are 2 Turkish toilet, already filled to the brim, no separation between the two, the door does not close, it's easy ^ ^. Breakfast after these adventures (you get used to everything ^ ^) in the gray street, wet starts, a bowl of boiled rice bathed in fresh water and milky cooking, steam the vegetable momos and small portion of spicy cabbage, 2nd slap after the WC ... There is no bus to Dzogchen. I think from a taxi driver to stop but I negotiated the price to 400 RMB and we leave.
There is a cap on that road, or rather this track that runs along the other lane of a highway under construction, trucks loaded too heavily must maneuver in cramped and chaotic to release the track.
After 1 / 2 hour ride, the driver tries to change the price of the trip and asked me more money at the beginning. I go down the taxi, just as pissed as him, which means, in addition to a trip paid more, I also pay for my broken seat he accused of having damaged a seat that is I do not know how in his car already rotten and he should try to pay reparations to all the tourists it brings. It is limited to slug it out but it finally calmed down. I begin to hitchhiking, little traffic at that hour, and my old driver is still not left his side, I feel good where he realizes that his twisted suddenly will not work and he just lost a customer . 10 minutes later he comes back to me trying again to negotiate and eventually reduce the price by taking 2 other passengers, Chinese soldiers joined a garrison that controls access to Tibet, after which access requires a permit ( and many other things) for tourists.
The road is a track, 4 hours, a landscape reminiscent of Nepal, after a neck, a large valley, small villages with beautiful stone house and wood, painted and decorated,
large spaces with these giant inscriptions on the sides of hills and mountains, above the villages, the Buddhist mantra "Om Mani EEP Houng" recited by all Tibetans, large fields of prayer flags, arranged according to their colors, a few large black tents of nomadic yak herders, riding the plains with their Mustangs to join their camps,
all that with the last rays of sun of summer is good, at 4500 meters, just below the clouds, the sky is so low here! A final Pass with views of emerald lakes hidden among the mountains,
then we arrive at Dzogchen (pronounced "Tsoutchi).
Dzogchen is a small village in the valley at the foot of a glacier. I lunched in a small restaurant run by a Chinese couple in this Tibetan village, then I continue my way through the village and am the little road that goes behind in a small valley sheltered from the wind by the mountains surrounding . There are tons of temples, a Buddhist university, monks and nuns of all ages, I would spend two weeks ....
photos of the trip to China
Friday, August 6, 2010
I'm in Hong Kong, alarm clock and breakfast in a real coffee. I send a package to France with some clothes and business that will lessen my backpack and I go get my visa agency, visa ca famous too hard to get directly to the Chinese embassy, while the agency does not require that a photo and a few dollars.
I took a train to Guangzhou, former city 2h Hong Kong, China, and starting point to several possible destinations.
arrived at the station, customs formalities, scrupulous checking of passports and visas. I book a train to immediately Chengdu, a city on the border of Tibet, or I would try to obtain a special permit to enter and do my little way. Departure is tomorrow at 18h, there is no possible start earlier, and I have no idea how long the journey, one day? 2 days? I do not know if it's a place in bed, a chair, a bench to share in the economy class. The girl's desk does not speak a word of English and did not want to bother to make themselves understood. Inch allah I could see.
I take the subway in Guangzhou to a place where I had spotted a cheap hotel on my copy of Lonely Planet which I use rarely, but it is full. I try hard with my questions gestural people to the streets because nobody speaks English, the other 5 hotels are full, too.
I finished not find one, after 2 hours of search the backpack, straps firmly in my shoulders is a room for 15 euros and I'm not difficult for just one night Almost all the hotels here are at least at this price, because they all offer some comfort that I gladly spend, TV with 5 channels or manga series Chinese passing loop, bathroom with mechanical ventilation, air conditioning , electronic card to access a room, and with all that, the hotel is in constant renovation, development, work, bags of cement in the carpeted corridors, wall construction to seal another corridor leading to the vacuum, the same image that I have China which is growing very, too fast.
Saturday, August 7, 2008
I take the train tonight and I'm going to tour the surrounding streets. I buy a game of Go (Weiqi, Baduk, Igo) Cell for 3 times nothing, if I meet a Chinese player in this game, it would be a pleasure, may be tomorrow on the train. A saleswoman
covers for iPhone, trying to accommodate my copy and eventually split the screen by pressing it. Too bad because this handy gadget for internet only had 2 days ^ ^.
I find the little shop that the saleswoman told me, a simple small room full of phones used in the window all more or less patched up, 5 or 6 vendors behind the counter who are to catch with all customers, I am changing the screen for 200 RMB (20 €), in just one hour, what could be better!? Wonder they have all parts in this greasy spoon that has everything to repair the phones, and even to change a front view of the iPhone!
Photos of Guangzhou, some amazing!
I queue at the station, immense. The boarding lounge is just as huge and full of travelers, it is impressive.
My car has rows of 5 seats on the width, 110 people, uncomfortable seats in the record there too pointed to doze while sitting, and I'm aisle, no window to keep me if I fall asleep, I have one small corner of this half-table hanging on the wall to bend the arms, and lay his head. My neighbor across speaks 3 words of English, he was a soldier in Tibet for 8 years.
Very little exchange, person speak English and we have already reached our limits of conversation with my neighbor, many eyes fixed on me, and I'd end up embarrassing myself do. A group forms around us when my neighbor translated a few words in Chinese that will help me during the trip, basic words like "hello", "thank you", and also the numbers, indicates that here with the hand without needing to say, just the fingers of 1 to 5, then a few different positions of fingers for the numbers 6-10.
After the list of words that I asked him, he insists that I add a word to my list, "money". It reminds me of what someone told me that I met in Hong Kong: "The Chinese are very strong in business and if the negotiation is not enough, they also invented gunpowder ^ ^."
During these early hours, many passengers are moving around me, just to watch me. Stares, curious, many tourists come to see who travels in economy class. It's really frustrating not being able to share the simplest words, annoying to have all the looks and comments are incomprehensible, and after a few hours I resign myself and get used to pass for the ride, with my hair my blue eyes and blond.
A guy who works in the company's train arrived in the car, and during half time, we sold as a market, sets necklace + bracelet designed to reduce the bad vibes around us from what I understood Photo packaging. He sold a dozen in this car for a good price. It will resume Sunday morning selling a set of toothbrushes and toothpaste for a good price too, and his colleague, has two other times, will have less success or sales experience for green stone pendants, or later Gaming plastic. Passengers are each a listen to the salesman who speaks so loudly that it can do nothing else but to hear, and so people are listening and buying it is tempting to do so, to pass the time during those long hours of travel and for just a few RMB.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
I have not slept all night, not even sitting on the floor head on the seat of the chair, I can not fit under the chair, the little place has been taken before, and lay his head on his arms outstretched on the corner table is not possible more than half an hour, a real-nighter.
My neighbor pays me a soup in the morning, well spiced, it helps to emerge from I do not know what state muddy ... It would take me to Tibet, but it is impossible to explain that to get in, I must have a permit, follow a group, have an official guide, permits, reservations and the whole shebang asked by Chinese police ...
No TV in our car is the cheapest class. The TV is in the following car a class above, but it was still the sound of the movie passes, issued in the speakers of our car.
I discovered the Chinese, they seem harsh, direct, does not interfere with ways to talk, to live at their ease, when they want to do something, they do it without waiting or hesitation. And I started to appreciate this mentality simple, straightforward and responsive to life (or survival) here.
It is 11am, already two hours late and I'm starting to understand that the arrival in Chengdu is not for today but for tomorrow. I dream of a bed, true, or even just a place to lie down and unfortunately it is impossible under the seats for already filled, as on the luggage rail above us. The car was cold that night and I had to put the only clothes I have, 3 tee shirts over each other, the air conditioning is set too cold and many people trying to sleep holding his idly. On arrival tomorrow morning, many people coughing, air conditioning is often set too high.
The scenery is excellent and reminiscent of Ninh Binh, south of Hanoi in Vietnam, these mounds emerging from rocky flat ground all around, like a Halong Bay on land. I pay a bunch of cakes at a station during a stop to change their attitude spiced rice, and I discovered lots of little mushrooms on the cakes when I open the package expired. Even a sale made by an employee of the train tonight, a pendant with our Chinese zodiac animal of only 5 RMB a bargain! I devoured half of the book "Corto Maltese" It is adventurous, lucky, enigmatic, who travels the Pacific, easy to dive into this story!
An employee of the train passes the brushes 5 or 6 times over the 30 hour journey, each with many picking up trash on the ground that the passengers do not bother to put trash in the small table, a stainless steel tray taking half of this small table on which I try sometimes to rest a failure to sleep, her head on my arms crossed. In the evening, another small group of around 15 people Peng Cheng Yang, my neighbor and I who are still trying to understand us and share 3 words, too difficult, but once a day is already a great effort, and it's a good show full of comments, smiles, laughs, looks of listeners, in addition to their looks Retailers me, which I get used to strength -:)
Monday 9 August 2010
I still have not slept all night and ... Finally! My seatmate arrives at its destination and leaves the ship at 6am, me releasing the seat of a meter wide in the 4 hour trip remaining, and what a start! I was not expecting to enjoy as much comfort at this point so narrow, hard, noisy, under constant surveillance glances of my neighbors, in short, the foot!
We arrive at 10am, my friend woke Travel it also strongly activates normal. It landed in the largest station in Chengdu, 4 million. We take a lunch, a simple dish of spicy noodles well, hopefully will cross again, even if unlikely, and I can not explain with our few common words, I can not leave freely visit Tibet with him because of the requirement of a permit official APC + group + guide + bookings etc. .. mandatory. It helps me find a bus that will take me to a neighborhood where I would look for a guesthouse.
The bus driver is pretty stressed out, sometimes he cries or howls to the passengers to go push themselves to the bottom so that others can go, he gives major boost to startups that everyone is pushed to the back of the bus, not effective enough, then he starts on every boot, he hoots without interrupt each vehicle before him, thinking that the vehicle will disappear thanks to his magic horn, and he kindly tells me my stop ^ ^.
I found a guesthouse where I have a bed at a good price in small dorm, no need to search in 5 or 6 different hotels in Chengdu as this time. Upon my arrival, I learn, as I foresaw, that Tibet is too complicated to access. I was hoping from group to Lhasa, then leave the group on their way to join another to a place I want to visit, a place quite remote in the mountains. The only possibility to reach Tibet: the chick from the guesthouse tells me the price of the ticket I had already found, it adds the price of the tour hosts that I am compelled to join them for 6 days in Lhasa in order to then obtain an access permit to Tibet, and finally she told me that I have to decide immediately because officials are on vacation for 10 days from tomorrow and it will be impossible to obtain a permit APCs, which allows enter Tibet. After too many calculations and attempts, I I resign.
then I go see 2 or 3 clothes shops mountain, the prices of jackets and sleeping bags, ladies, then I'll put in a park with a game of go (Weik game) in my bag, sometimes I might invite a Chinese player has a game. No go players here, especially Chinese chess, with some notes on the table. A guy cleans my ears in the park with thin stems not reassuring and I am a nice downpour before returning to the hotel, change of season.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Wake late, and the worst mood, asking me if I continue my trip to the mountains to Tibet, or if I stop everything. I take the bus to go to walk and discover the Chinese shopping, a mall filled with shops full of shirts, then another filled with jeans, shops overflowing into the hallways, vendors are sleeping on their desks because too few clients come to disturb them.
I eat a bowl of noodle soup accompanies excellent among other small pieces of celery, which adds that little tart taste delicious. The toilet, the toilet door did not Turkish. I finally find a room big enough and internet ay am preparing to spend 2 hours to write a lot of blog content, but the girl at home who do not speak English I am reading a message in English prepared to show it to foreigners: "The Chinese government prohibits providing Internet foreigners," the dark side of openness and communication Chinese ^ ^. Returning to the hotel, I discovered the area behind my hotel, a Tibetan district where there are tons of small shops selling clothes, Tibetan and Buddhist objects, statues, paintings of deities, jewelry.
A sleeping bag for 10 euros and a warm jacket, these warm jackets trimmed with Tibetan wig inside the sleeves are too long and that can cover your hands in cold weather, 12 euros, easy to choose compared to copies North Face EUR 40 minimum. Dinner for 0.60 euros an excellent vegetarian dish of various vegetables, soy, and rice in a small shop filled with some Tibetan Buddhist monks to the prying eyes and welcoming smiles.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Day tasting, breakfast excellent and huge plate of rice and tomatoes, pork and beans dish, large bowl of vegetable soup and noodles and a bowl of rice , which the waitress adds milk drink and apple syrup, I'm sated. And the d ine, I discovered the Hot Pot, a specialty of Chengdu, two broth seasoned with various spices, herbs, and cut of meat, including a well tucked into peppers on a gas fire in the center of the table, where I dipped vegetables and pieces of meat that was ordered, I filled clear ^ ^
Thursday, August 12, 2010
I met a small group of Buddhists who returned from a village called Dzogchen, 3 days transportation here, a place they describe me in the middle of the mountain, full of temples and monks. An acknowledged master in the West, who lives in Belgium Now, there are two temples built among many others, he was recognized by the Dalai Lama as the reincarnation of a certain Patrul Rinpoche.
excellent dinner in the evening again with a Chinese friend.
When I asked him his opinion on China installed in Tibet, the discussion becomes difficult, I wonder if my English is perfect, if I fully understood what a friend told me the Tibetan Tashi on his flight from Tibet and the difficulties he encountered, and when Tashi was also perfect English, without adding that otherwise I might not understand correctly what he said. One way clever to doubt my criticism of the control of Tibet by China.
Tibet remained an independent province administered by the Dalai Lama until 1949.
Ballad evening in a small park of Chinese dance, a little animation surely this neighborhood daily, most are elderly and I enjoy a waltz with all granny happy.
I buy my bus ticket to take the road to Kangding tomorrow, on the road from the small village of Dzogchen.
Photos of Chengdu
Friday, August 13, 2010
I leave for Tibet. 8am bus sitting next to a smiling Chinese who speak English As far as I can speak Chinese. Lunch in a snack or I feast of crisp apples.
Landscape increasingly has followed a wide mountain river, which becomes a rushing river in this valley steep, narrow passages can still pull off a wide road to access fast enough to Kangding. Tunnels, construction sites whenever there is some ground deposits which are not yet, the Chinese settled yet, everywhere, and firmly.
arrived in Kangding, 19h, where I have to strongly negotiate a room facing the bus station where I'm leaving early tomorrow morning for Ganze.
A small room or I touch the ceiling of my head, and the bed takes up the entire "room", thankfully the bed with a 2 seater to be able to put my bag.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
survey at 5am, I buy 3 cakes at a grocery store, spend my baggage scanner to the bus station, the same apparatus as in airports, surely put in place after the events of the rebellion Tibet. The minibus was already full, but 3 guys eventually leave because they had no ticket and tried to directly pay the driver a few notes of the hand hand like this is often done. We start at 6am, but I'm not comfortable motivated to join Dzogchen. Breaks are rare, 2 or 3 on the 14 hour trip (against 9 hours announced in the Lonely Planet), the driver runs slowly, one of the rear axle double tires was punctured in the passages in the work and we changes on a roadside.
A wooden hut and a family is here for, to inflate the tire change or other cons that are not punctured but just as smooth as those of the minibus, reassuring for the future journey on this bumpy road which is rather a muddy track in the rain that we take you to spend a few passes through small narrow lanes and equally dangerous. China rebuilt the road, and for now it's a bad track on one of two ways and the other lane strip of asphalt that extends 20 cm in height under the efforts of Tibetan workers and workers who dump their wheelbarrows of concrete on this road truly made by hand, as one would sink the slab of a house. Along the "road" dangerous areas of the sites are marked with these colorful Buddhist prayers flags you see everywhere here.
During the first 10-hour trip, slalom between this track and some length of the new road, then the last 4 hours on the old road full of traps deep enough to take the minibus down the ravine, the driver deftly avoids driving by shots alive despite his long hours away and his eyes red, his gourd does not contain the tea he starts to talk and laugh all alone in the past 2 hours away.
Ganze has arrived, a lot of work here as China landscape roads, small shops are dusty and remind me of India and Nepal. The people, mostly Tibetans, monks, many women in traditional dress and men with the red tape that holds their long brown hair.
I could get a room facing the bus, dear, while a grandmother offered me a room even more expensive as a small 2 bedroom apartments. Dinner omelet rice and tomatoes as I like and I eat as much to improve a few vegetables added to the usual plate of rice every meal. I buy a waterproof jacket to cover my warm jacket Tibetan cons rain tomorrow because I joined the small village of Dzogchen, another 1000 feet higher.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
careful with sensitive souls ... A quick tour of the infamous toilets that stink the whole corridor for this hotel they are 2 Turkish toilet, already filled to the brim, no separation between the two, the door does not close, it's easy ^ ^. Breakfast after these adventures (you get used to everything ^ ^) in the gray street, wet starts, a bowl of boiled rice bathed in fresh water and milky cooking, steam the vegetable momos and small portion of spicy cabbage, 2nd slap after the WC ... There is no bus to Dzogchen. I think from a taxi driver to stop but I negotiated the price to 400 RMB and we leave.
There is a cap on that road, or rather this track that runs along the other lane of a highway under construction, trucks loaded too heavily must maneuver in cramped and chaotic to release the track.
After 1 / 2 hour ride, the driver tries to change the price of the trip and asked me more money at the beginning. I go down the taxi, just as pissed as him, which means, in addition to a trip paid more, I also pay for my broken seat he accused of having damaged a seat that is I do not know how in his car already rotten and he should try to pay reparations to all the tourists it brings. It is limited to slug it out but it finally calmed down. I begin to hitchhiking, little traffic at that hour, and my old driver is still not left his side, I feel good where he realizes that his twisted suddenly will not work and he just lost a customer . 10 minutes later he comes back to me trying again to negotiate and eventually reduce the price by taking 2 other passengers, Chinese soldiers joined a garrison that controls access to Tibet, after which access requires a permit ( and many other things) for tourists.
The road is a track, 4 hours, a landscape reminiscent of Nepal, after a neck, a large valley, small villages with beautiful stone house and wood, painted and decorated,
large spaces with these giant inscriptions on the sides of hills and mountains, above the villages, the Buddhist mantra "Om Mani EEP Houng" recited by all Tibetans, large fields of prayer flags, arranged according to their colors, a few large black tents of nomadic yak herders, riding the plains with their Mustangs to join their camps,
all that with the last rays of sun of summer is good, at 4500 meters, just below the clouds, the sky is so low here! A final Pass with views of emerald lakes hidden among the mountains,
then we arrive at Dzogchen (pronounced "Tsoutchi).
Dzogchen is a small village in the valley at the foot of a glacier. I lunched in a small restaurant run by a Chinese couple in this Tibetan village, then I continue my way through the village and am the little road that goes behind in a small valley sheltered from the wind by the mountains surrounding . There are tons of temples, a Buddhist university, monks and nuns of all ages, I would spend two weeks ....
photos of the trip to China
Monday, January 3, 2011
Kidney Spasms No Pain
A little literature to start the year ....
I do not think I've ever had in the blog, but here is a writing that dates back several years, which was published in my favorite newspaper (to be seen in the "blogs and websites" , bottom right ).... news of the last pages is one of the musts of this newspaper ... and I'm still very proud to be featured.
THE LIE
(Parents and relatives fa'a'amu fanau) A new
Polynesia
by John Monléon
- "No! "He repeated, his voice all at once calm and strong and calm that was what worried them. No there is no question that I get!
- "But your life is not here, think of all that awaits you, your BTS, your friends, we are your family, you do not know the Polynesia and them, you do not know. You saw last night you had trouble sleeping, besides you look tired. Your place is not here! "
-" I do not know where my place, but what I am sure that it is no longer with you! "Julien
faced them with all the arrogance of his youth and them, deal with such insolence, had never appeared as old. The woman, aged about fifty years, had not spoken. Moved away a few paces, she wept silently, her gaze was so distraught, especially since the young man had emerged when she wanted to hug her. The man was sixty, but this time he looked much more. When angry, he was especially desperate. He did not know what to do after what he had told his son. But he was still her son, a man who had just reject it? For some time, everything seemed to collapse, the family he had worked so hard to build was in agony. For him, there was no doubt that Julian was her son and, despite the harshness of his words, he would stay. That was it that made him so badly ...
the early 80s, he fought for that Julian becomes his child. All existing medical therapies, Martine and Gerard had tried in vain to the then approaching forty, afraid to feel old without children, they began to consider adoption. For this intellectual couple things are never made lightly. They were well educated, well read and had a lot of questions. A cousin, teacher Islands-under-the-Wind, they had then talked of adoption in the region: it was common, it seemed quick and adopted children were toddlers. He had found for them and was housed, 18 years ago, when they came to fetch the baby. This cousin had not been looking too: Mareva the biological mother of Julian was her housekeeper. She lived with her family to Haamene on the island of Taha'a and when a pregnancy had started eighth, it was well accepted, as his Teri'i tane (husband). The Lord sent them a new child and there was no question of not accepting it, especially since they were proud of the seven seniors. But both had pity on the couple without children who had spoken to the boss, and they had agreed to give their child.
Gerard and Martine had understood all the generosity of this gesture, they were not like some popa'a (Foreign) believe that Polynesians do not love their children as they separate from that. Facing Teri'i and Mareva, recognition mingled with embarrassment, a guilt complex and many European parties were soon with the wonderful gift. Upon their return to France, as they had promised, they frequently send new photos. Julian grew up, he seemed to be loved, he seemed to be happy in the pictures, it was a beautiful child, and all that Mareva Teri'in'ont never doubted. In their reply
confidence recognition Gerard and Martine. They cherished their friends who had given Taha'a a boost to their lives. Yet all their family around them, all their friends were frightened by their history, the emotional ties that seemed to unite these two families: "Do you not think that we should break off, cut the cord? This is not healthy for Julian to have two mothers and two fathers! .
So when Teri'i had to have surgery in France, Gerard and Martin did not hesitate one second to 400 km to visit him, to visit him and they brought him small gifts. Teri'i was happy to see friends, but he was surprised that they came without Julien was 8 years old then. He inquired, he was shown photographs, but he dared not ask why he could not see. He suspected the reason, and when Moana was certain, his eldest son, left his military service in Fontenay le Comte, in a merry company of Tahitians. Twice during permissions, Gerard and Martine had welcomed into their large fare (house) of Tahitian Farani (France). He was received like a king, finding ma'a (food) that he was preparing Martine much better than that of the garrison, but at no time Moana could not see the little brother other than photo. Photos of Julian, he was everywhere, but no brother to embrace. "He is on holiday" his parents said. On vacation with her grandparents on the other side of town. Because all their friends and family had encouraged them: "This will disrupt Julien, he has a family, it's you! The other you should forget it, do not tell him! "
And even if they felt a little remorse and shame, Gerard and Martin cut the bridges permanently around Julian, and slowly turn, they forgot Mareva and Teri'i. They thought they were doing what was best for Julien. Now they were a real family and it was hard to achieve this, he had to do everything to preserve it.
But Julian did not help. His childhood was calm and peaceful, a happy baby, a boy without worries that do not pose questions. But the more he grew, the more he noticed her dark skin compared to that of his parents, the more he noticed that he was tall and strong, the largest in its class, the beefier, too, while her mother was tiny and papa slender. We never spoke to him spontaneously its history. And when, ten years, he asked his mom to the fact that it does not look like her: "You have been adopted in a country far away, your parents are dead," he explained Martine quickly to cut the avalanche questions.
The answer was surprised Julie, but at the time, he did not want to know more. What would they announce it as new disasters? However, after several months of discussions, this summary statement no longer sufficed him. He wanted to know anyway, he returned to the assault "How they died my other relatives? In what country I was born? .
Martine, ill comfortable, removed at her husband. The latter explained to his little boy of twelve years he was now almost a man, and he could understand things too difficult for a baby. He told an exotic version of Tom Thumb, the country whence he came, called Tahiti and her parents were very poor had preferred to abandon it.
- They had other children?
- I do not think so.
- And if they abandoned me, that they did not like me?
- I do not know you know, we did not see them, we do not know, maybe it just because they had no money.
If Julien had no doubts about this version, she left a bitter taste. Tahiti was away, he did not know but imagines: it would be very poor, people had to be dark like him. It was a miserable place, and deal with racist thoughts that sometimes happened, he would rather crash despite its impressive size. It was natural that the mistake had been abandoned, his birth parents had not loved, he was someone to be despised. These thoughts haunted him and an idea began to germinate, it soon became an obsession, he thought every time it was wrong. He wanted to see his biological parents, he had to ask them, why did not he had kept. He needed to know, but he came up against a wall, her parents said they did not know them, it would be hard to trace them.
At 17, he had passed the ferry and began a BTS by commercial action. His results were good, when in the middle of the school year, a young teacher nice, a little eccentric, dared to question him about his origins. "You come from Tahiti, you were adopted there, but it's great, I thought, my sister just adopted a little Tahitian, I thought how great adoption is going on there, with two families who relate. "
Julian nodded, but did not answer. The course is finished, he went home like a robot, taking the bus automatically. As soon as he came face to his parents he demanded accountability. Gerard and Martine finally tell him that yes, they had met her parents, but only just once, and yes, they went home. Julien
fists clenched, teeth and refrained not explode. That hid it still? He would never ask, he wanted the concrete, he wanted to see for info. From that day, he badgered his parents to allow him travel to Polynesia and despite the panic that inspired them, they realized they could not refuse. They were obliged to yield, but merely as a condition to perform better in school. Julien thought no more of his studies, obsessed by the search for its origins: "If you spend a second year, for your 18, we all leave this summer to show you the country you come from. "The summer was quickly
then returned to work with Julien not to miss his chance.
The beginning of the trip was tight. After a week in Tahiti and Moorea for four days, Julie looked at nothing of the magnificent landscapes, neither does bathing in the lagoon or in the superb swimming pools. Polynesians only interested him, he stared as if all emphatically by the penetrating gaze he tried to understand the soul of the people who abandoned her children. His eyes never fell when the pretty vahine, who noticed her insistence, he replied with a smile. While being moved, he could not help blushing, embarrassed by his impoltesse but pleased with this nice answer. By cons, he was more worried when it was inevitable mahu (transvestite), providing service in each restaurant, which made her look a provocative glance. With his parents, he expressed only to ask the same question: "When will we see them? .
Martine and Gerard, who had hoped he deflates once there were again cornered and could not shirk. They decided to call Taha'a, where they were given more news since 6 years.
- "You leave it," answered the neighbor the phone after Gerard was presented. After five minutes of waiting, it was the voice of Teri'i who answered
- Hey, who is?
- Teri'i is Gerard's dad Julian!
- Aue, Gerard, it's nice to hear, how are you? It is beautiful in France?
- I'm not in France, I'm in Moorea.
- In Moorea, all alone?
- No, Martin and Julien are with me.
- iiia Eeee, you're all there, and when you come to Taha'a?
- can come after tomorrow, if you want, but you think it is?
- Hey, it's been just as you say it, you sound like you will be glad to see you, especially Tamaroa (boy). You stay? We will prepare everything!
- No, you can not, we will make the round trip in the day, we return to France at the end of the week. "
Two days later, the port of Raiatea, pending the departure of the shuttle Taha'a while Gerard and Julien sipping papaya juice on the terrace of Fisherman's Wharf, Martin telephoned Mareva. She had carefully prepared the call with Gerard, he was better than what it is calling: Woman to Woman, they would better understand.
"- You leave not the neighbor said."
After ten minutes, she recognized the voice of Mareva
- Hey, Martin, girlfriend, excuse me, I prepared the ma'a is waiting for you, where are you?
- We're in Raiatea, one arrives, the shuttle will Haamene noon.
- It is all there, it's nice!
- We too are happy to see you, but I wanted to ask you something.
- Anything you want girl, I'm happy to see you with Bob and see my youngest.
- You see it ... that ... for us .... it is easier ... with Teri'i if you can say you have .... uh ... abandoned ...
- Ai'a, Martine, you can not ask me, my son I have given you because you've asked me. With Terii we had understood when taotie (doctors) were sent to France, then when you went to Moana and you want that he sees us. We realized it was respected. When you give us more news we were unhappy, we said it's like that in popa'a. Fiu was (painful), but Julien is agreed to give it to you when they said nothing. But today, it's you who brings me my son, I can not lie to him! It's shame if I asks I tell him. "On the platform
Haamene, two hours later, he had never had so many people. While still on the boat, Julien saw a giant rush over to him, put a tiara necklace (flowers) around the neck, squeeze into those arms to break his bones, and say with emotion: "Ia na ora (hello), my son. " Then came a woman in her forties, still beautiful, which nestles against him in tears, unable to utter a single word. Then the procession continued, the big sisters, big brothers, husbands, wives, children, cousins, neighbors. Julian collapsed under crowns, which blinded him, which intoxicated by their heavy scent. He could no longer see where it led. Arriving at the MTR fare (house anti-cyclone) brand new, everyone sat outside Teri'i Moana opened the oven and Tahitian. Julian wanted to talk, ask questions, but he did not know how to begin. Moana is who gave the first indication:
- "You know, when you're gone, we were all at the airport and when Martin went before me to say goodbye, I took you in my arms I cried. I was ten, I was proud of my little brother who went to France, I, who that day Taha'a was leaving for the first time to accompany you to the bottom of the plane. But it was sad to see you go. "
Gerard and Martine remained tense throughout the meal. They too had been well received; Moana alongside Gerard told him his military service, and the day when snow had fallen in his regiment in the Vendée "Well, you know, we were cleaning up their arms, when I saw it falling from the sky, I could not resist, I'm gone, I opened my mouth and leaning my head back and tried to eat the snow during she fell. The sergeant was a bastard but that day he not yelled at me, he laughed at me too. " Teumere, the largest offered sister had a beautiful tifaifai (bedspread embroidered) to Martine. It had been affected by all these attentions. But as Gerard, she did not leave Julien eyes. Sitting in front of them, he was stuck between Teri'i and Mareva and after remaining silent, he spoke to them. The table was full, they could not understand what he said, but they did not need to hear to understand. It was obvious he was asking questions and probably THE question.
At four o'clock they were still at table when Gerard announced that it was time to leave, he should not miss the shuttle or fly to Tahiti. He had to say goodbye and begin to move slowly towards the pier. That's when Julian told him his decision to stay.
Gerard did not flinch, and this will pass soon, "thought he. One night in the fare and he soon regretted the comforts he had always known. He played the "father comprehensive" "Yes it's normal, it should have provided more time, you probably still want to talk with everyone, so we will stay, we will come back looking for you tomorrow. " Despite the insistence of Mareva, they would not sleep in the family. The tourist season was quiet and they found a place in a small pension.
The next day early, he arrived with Martine. There were only Teri'i and Mareva with Julien. These went away when the discussion began to heat up, but surrounded Mareva Martine in her arms when she saw that it went with such distress on his face. Julian had to explain that he could never consider them as his parents, now that his life would unfold without them.
Before their return to France, they called several times a day. Julian never refused to answer.
He discovered a new life, had he been blind to the Windward Islands, Tahaa looked for him in paradise. Every morning, he went fishing with Teri'i Moana and giggling that the awkwardness of the small "popa'a. Then they explored the mountains, André wanting to recognize that Julian knows every tree and learn to marry the vanilla. Several times a week, the neighbor came to fetch him:
- "Julian niuniu (phone), Papa fa'a'amu (adoptive)"
- "Aita (Not)! "And he replied that it Teri'i would answer" No Gerard, I know it is pitiful, pei, but it does not want to talk to you, lets do the time. "
After three months, Julien knew sin, but he began to ask questions. He confessed that it had been two months since the start took place in its second year and it worried him. He did not confess that Martine and Gerard were missing, but everyone understood.
"- You know my boy," said Mareva, we have never ceased to be your parents and when you come back to Polynesia, we will even your parents. But here we can not get the education as it should, you know Teumere, Moana and the other, they often wanted to continue school, but it was fiu. But you have this chance, and we are proud of you. You, you are lucky to have relatives in France who loved you and gave you everything. Them, it is your parents in France and us, we always wait for you, always we will welcome you. But I think it's time to go there. "
Julien did not answer, he would not cry, but he shook his head.
same evening, when the neighbor came to report the phone call is Julien went to answer.
"- Allo Teri'i," said Gerard, hearing someone moving the handset.
- "No Daddy it's me ... ... I go ... you pass me Mom? .
- When Martin hung up, she turned to Gerard, it had taken ten years in three months and who had just lost twenty in ten minutes. "I think," he said, "we're lucky to have our son and I believe him he is lucky to have four parents! "
A week later, the family had invaded the hall of the airport of Raiatea. Put in a shell necklace around his neck little brother, Moana him remarked: "You saw this time I not cry, I know you will come back."
Julien turned to Teri'i:
- "If I had my BTS, I will make a business school, and then I'll create a company to import your vanilla and any one of Taha'a, it will be called: "Vanilla Leeward.
- "i te Vanira Raromata'i (Vanilla Leeward Islands)" is a beautiful name, my boy! Fa'a ito'ito (lit: be brave, as a farewell)! " 
I do not think I've ever had in the blog, but here is a writing that dates back several years, which was published in my favorite newspaper (to be seen in the "blogs and websites" , bottom right ).... news of the last pages is one of the musts of this newspaper ... and I'm still very proud to be featured.
THE LIE
(Parents and relatives fa'a'amu fanau) A new
Polynesia
by John Monléon
- "No! "He repeated, his voice all at once calm and strong and calm that was what worried them. No there is no question that I get!
- "But your life is not here, think of all that awaits you, your BTS, your friends, we are your family, you do not know the Polynesia and them, you do not know. You saw last night you had trouble sleeping, besides you look tired. Your place is not here! "
-" I do not know where my place, but what I am sure that it is no longer with you! "Julien
faced them with all the arrogance of his youth and them, deal with such insolence, had never appeared as old. The woman, aged about fifty years, had not spoken. Moved away a few paces, she wept silently, her gaze was so distraught, especially since the young man had emerged when she wanted to hug her. The man was sixty, but this time he looked much more. When angry, he was especially desperate. He did not know what to do after what he had told his son. But he was still her son, a man who had just reject it? For some time, everything seemed to collapse, the family he had worked so hard to build was in agony. For him, there was no doubt that Julian was her son and, despite the harshness of his words, he would stay. That was it that made him so badly ...
the early 80s, he fought for that Julian becomes his child. All existing medical therapies, Martine and Gerard had tried in vain to the then approaching forty, afraid to feel old without children, they began to consider adoption. For this intellectual couple things are never made lightly. They were well educated, well read and had a lot of questions. A cousin, teacher Islands-under-the-Wind, they had then talked of adoption in the region: it was common, it seemed quick and adopted children were toddlers. He had found for them and was housed, 18 years ago, when they came to fetch the baby. This cousin had not been looking too: Mareva the biological mother of Julian was her housekeeper. She lived with her family to Haamene on the island of Taha'a and when a pregnancy had started eighth, it was well accepted, as his Teri'i tane (husband). The Lord sent them a new child and there was no question of not accepting it, especially since they were proud of the seven seniors. But both had pity on the couple without children who had spoken to the boss, and they had agreed to give their child.
Gerard and Martine had understood all the generosity of this gesture, they were not like some popa'a (Foreign) believe that Polynesians do not love their children as they separate from that. Facing Teri'i and Mareva, recognition mingled with embarrassment, a guilt complex and many European parties were soon with the wonderful gift. Upon their return to France, as they had promised, they frequently send new photos. Julian grew up, he seemed to be loved, he seemed to be happy in the pictures, it was a beautiful child, and all that Mareva Teri'in'ont never doubted. In their reply
confidence recognition Gerard and Martine. They cherished their friends who had given Taha'a a boost to their lives. Yet all their family around them, all their friends were frightened by their history, the emotional ties that seemed to unite these two families: "Do you not think that we should break off, cut the cord? This is not healthy for Julian to have two mothers and two fathers! .
So when Teri'i had to have surgery in France, Gerard and Martin did not hesitate one second to 400 km to visit him, to visit him and they brought him small gifts. Teri'i was happy to see friends, but he was surprised that they came without Julien was 8 years old then. He inquired, he was shown photographs, but he dared not ask why he could not see. He suspected the reason, and when Moana was certain, his eldest son, left his military service in Fontenay le Comte, in a merry company of Tahitians. Twice during permissions, Gerard and Martine had welcomed into their large fare (house) of Tahitian Farani (France). He was received like a king, finding ma'a (food) that he was preparing Martine much better than that of the garrison, but at no time Moana could not see the little brother other than photo. Photos of Julian, he was everywhere, but no brother to embrace. "He is on holiday" his parents said. On vacation with her grandparents on the other side of town. Because all their friends and family had encouraged them: "This will disrupt Julien, he has a family, it's you! The other you should forget it, do not tell him! "
And even if they felt a little remorse and shame, Gerard and Martin cut the bridges permanently around Julian, and slowly turn, they forgot Mareva and Teri'i. They thought they were doing what was best for Julien. Now they were a real family and it was hard to achieve this, he had to do everything to preserve it.
But Julian did not help. His childhood was calm and peaceful, a happy baby, a boy without worries that do not pose questions. But the more he grew, the more he noticed her dark skin compared to that of his parents, the more he noticed that he was tall and strong, the largest in its class, the beefier, too, while her mother was tiny and papa slender. We never spoke to him spontaneously its history. And when, ten years, he asked his mom to the fact that it does not look like her: "You have been adopted in a country far away, your parents are dead," he explained Martine quickly to cut the avalanche questions.
The answer was surprised Julie, but at the time, he did not want to know more. What would they announce it as new disasters? However, after several months of discussions, this summary statement no longer sufficed him. He wanted to know anyway, he returned to the assault "How they died my other relatives? In what country I was born? .
Martine, ill comfortable, removed at her husband. The latter explained to his little boy of twelve years he was now almost a man, and he could understand things too difficult for a baby. He told an exotic version of Tom Thumb, the country whence he came, called Tahiti and her parents were very poor had preferred to abandon it.
- They had other children?
- I do not think so.
- And if they abandoned me, that they did not like me?
- I do not know you know, we did not see them, we do not know, maybe it just because they had no money.
If Julien had no doubts about this version, she left a bitter taste. Tahiti was away, he did not know but imagines: it would be very poor, people had to be dark like him. It was a miserable place, and deal with racist thoughts that sometimes happened, he would rather crash despite its impressive size. It was natural that the mistake had been abandoned, his birth parents had not loved, he was someone to be despised. These thoughts haunted him and an idea began to germinate, it soon became an obsession, he thought every time it was wrong. He wanted to see his biological parents, he had to ask them, why did not he had kept. He needed to know, but he came up against a wall, her parents said they did not know them, it would be hard to trace them.
At 17, he had passed the ferry and began a BTS by commercial action. His results were good, when in the middle of the school year, a young teacher nice, a little eccentric, dared to question him about his origins. "You come from Tahiti, you were adopted there, but it's great, I thought, my sister just adopted a little Tahitian, I thought how great adoption is going on there, with two families who relate. "
Julian nodded, but did not answer. The course is finished, he went home like a robot, taking the bus automatically. As soon as he came face to his parents he demanded accountability. Gerard and Martine finally tell him that yes, they had met her parents, but only just once, and yes, they went home. Julien
fists clenched, teeth and refrained not explode. That hid it still? He would never ask, he wanted the concrete, he wanted to see for info. From that day, he badgered his parents to allow him travel to Polynesia and despite the panic that inspired them, they realized they could not refuse. They were obliged to yield, but merely as a condition to perform better in school. Julien thought no more of his studies, obsessed by the search for its origins: "If you spend a second year, for your 18, we all leave this summer to show you the country you come from. "The summer was quickly
then returned to work with Julien not to miss his chance.
The beginning of the trip was tight. After a week in Tahiti and Moorea for four days, Julie looked at nothing of the magnificent landscapes, neither does bathing in the lagoon or in the superb swimming pools. Polynesians only interested him, he stared as if all emphatically by the penetrating gaze he tried to understand the soul of the people who abandoned her children. His eyes never fell when the pretty vahine, who noticed her insistence, he replied with a smile. While being moved, he could not help blushing, embarrassed by his impoltesse but pleased with this nice answer. By cons, he was more worried when it was inevitable mahu (transvestite), providing service in each restaurant, which made her look a provocative glance. With his parents, he expressed only to ask the same question: "When will we see them? .
Martine and Gerard, who had hoped he deflates once there were again cornered and could not shirk. They decided to call Taha'a, where they were given more news since 6 years.
- "You leave it," answered the neighbor the phone after Gerard was presented. After five minutes of waiting, it was the voice of Teri'i who answered
- Hey, who is?
- Teri'i is Gerard's dad Julian!
- Aue, Gerard, it's nice to hear, how are you? It is beautiful in France?
- I'm not in France, I'm in Moorea.
- In Moorea, all alone?
- No, Martin and Julien are with me.
- iiia Eeee, you're all there, and when you come to Taha'a?
- can come after tomorrow, if you want, but you think it is?
- Hey, it's been just as you say it, you sound like you will be glad to see you, especially Tamaroa (boy). You stay? We will prepare everything!
- No, you can not, we will make the round trip in the day, we return to France at the end of the week. "
Two days later, the port of Raiatea, pending the departure of the shuttle Taha'a while Gerard and Julien sipping papaya juice on the terrace of Fisherman's Wharf, Martin telephoned Mareva. She had carefully prepared the call with Gerard, he was better than what it is calling: Woman to Woman, they would better understand.
"- You leave not the neighbor said."
After ten minutes, she recognized the voice of Mareva
- Hey, Martin, girlfriend, excuse me, I prepared the ma'a is waiting for you, where are you?
- We're in Raiatea, one arrives, the shuttle will Haamene noon.
- It is all there, it's nice!
- We too are happy to see you, but I wanted to ask you something.
- Anything you want girl, I'm happy to see you with Bob and see my youngest.
- You see it ... that ... for us .... it is easier ... with Teri'i if you can say you have .... uh ... abandoned ...
- Ai'a, Martine, you can not ask me, my son I have given you because you've asked me. With Terii we had understood when taotie (doctors) were sent to France, then when you went to Moana and you want that he sees us. We realized it was respected. When you give us more news we were unhappy, we said it's like that in popa'a. Fiu was (painful), but Julien is agreed to give it to you when they said nothing. But today, it's you who brings me my son, I can not lie to him! It's shame if I asks I tell him. "On the platform
Haamene, two hours later, he had never had so many people. While still on the boat, Julien saw a giant rush over to him, put a tiara necklace (flowers) around the neck, squeeze into those arms to break his bones, and say with emotion: "Ia na ora (hello), my son. " Then came a woman in her forties, still beautiful, which nestles against him in tears, unable to utter a single word. Then the procession continued, the big sisters, big brothers, husbands, wives, children, cousins, neighbors. Julian collapsed under crowns, which blinded him, which intoxicated by their heavy scent. He could no longer see where it led. Arriving at the MTR fare (house anti-cyclone) brand new, everyone sat outside Teri'i Moana opened the oven and Tahitian. Julian wanted to talk, ask questions, but he did not know how to begin. Moana is who gave the first indication:
- "You know, when you're gone, we were all at the airport and when Martin went before me to say goodbye, I took you in my arms I cried. I was ten, I was proud of my little brother who went to France, I, who that day Taha'a was leaving for the first time to accompany you to the bottom of the plane. But it was sad to see you go. "
Gerard and Martine remained tense throughout the meal. They too had been well received; Moana alongside Gerard told him his military service, and the day when snow had fallen in his regiment in the Vendée "Well, you know, we were cleaning up their arms, when I saw it falling from the sky, I could not resist, I'm gone, I opened my mouth and leaning my head back and tried to eat the snow during she fell. The sergeant was a bastard but that day he not yelled at me, he laughed at me too. " Teumere, the largest offered sister had a beautiful tifaifai (bedspread embroidered) to Martine. It had been affected by all these attentions. But as Gerard, she did not leave Julien eyes. Sitting in front of them, he was stuck between Teri'i and Mareva and after remaining silent, he spoke to them. The table was full, they could not understand what he said, but they did not need to hear to understand. It was obvious he was asking questions and probably THE question.
At four o'clock they were still at table when Gerard announced that it was time to leave, he should not miss the shuttle or fly to Tahiti. He had to say goodbye and begin to move slowly towards the pier. That's when Julian told him his decision to stay.
Gerard did not flinch, and this will pass soon, "thought he. One night in the fare and he soon regretted the comforts he had always known. He played the "father comprehensive" "Yes it's normal, it should have provided more time, you probably still want to talk with everyone, so we will stay, we will come back looking for you tomorrow. " Despite the insistence of Mareva, they would not sleep in the family. The tourist season was quiet and they found a place in a small pension.
The next day early, he arrived with Martine. There were only Teri'i and Mareva with Julien. These went away when the discussion began to heat up, but surrounded Mareva Martine in her arms when she saw that it went with such distress on his face. Julian had to explain that he could never consider them as his parents, now that his life would unfold without them.
Before their return to France, they called several times a day. Julian never refused to answer.
He discovered a new life, had he been blind to the Windward Islands, Tahaa looked for him in paradise. Every morning, he went fishing with Teri'i Moana and giggling that the awkwardness of the small "popa'a. Then they explored the mountains, André wanting to recognize that Julian knows every tree and learn to marry the vanilla. Several times a week, the neighbor came to fetch him:
- "Julian niuniu (phone), Papa fa'a'amu (adoptive)"
- "Aita (Not)! "And he replied that it Teri'i would answer" No Gerard, I know it is pitiful, pei, but it does not want to talk to you, lets do the time. "
After three months, Julien knew sin, but he began to ask questions. He confessed that it had been two months since the start took place in its second year and it worried him. He did not confess that Martine and Gerard were missing, but everyone understood.
"- You know my boy," said Mareva, we have never ceased to be your parents and when you come back to Polynesia, we will even your parents. But here we can not get the education as it should, you know Teumere, Moana and the other, they often wanted to continue school, but it was fiu. But you have this chance, and we are proud of you. You, you are lucky to have relatives in France who loved you and gave you everything. Them, it is your parents in France and us, we always wait for you, always we will welcome you. But I think it's time to go there. "
Julien did not answer, he would not cry, but he shook his head.
same evening, when the neighbor came to report the phone call is Julien went to answer.
"- Allo Teri'i," said Gerard, hearing someone moving the handset.
- "No Daddy it's me ... ... I go ... you pass me Mom? .
- When Martin hung up, she turned to Gerard, it had taken ten years in three months and who had just lost twenty in ten minutes. "I think," he said, "we're lucky to have our son and I believe him he is lucky to have four parents! "
A week later, the family had invaded the hall of the airport of Raiatea. Put in a shell necklace around his neck little brother, Moana him remarked: "You saw this time I not cry, I know you will come back."
Julien turned to Teri'i:
- "If I had my BTS, I will make a business school, and then I'll create a company to import your vanilla and any one of Taha'a, it will be called: "Vanilla Leeward.
- "i te Vanira Raromata'i (Vanilla Leeward Islands)" is a beautiful name, my boy! Fa'a ito'ito (lit: be brave, as a farewell)! "
Simple Human Soap Dispenser Manuals
AFP Ia ora na ite
Well, I have not been kind to the journalist because his Parisianism had a "little" excited, and I was worried about the transcript of my comments ..... on this point I was wrong, and I apologize flatly.
Thanks to reader a nice mom, I just had the AFP dispatch and I will do share:
PARIS, December 22, 2010 (AFP) - "The disease of the adoption, sickness upheaval, "warns the pediatrician Jean-Vital Monléon, advising parents who come to accept a small Haitian" to the snail "for some time within the shell family.
Dr. de Monléon founded in 1999 at the University Hospital of Dijon Consultation Overseas Adoption which has already received a hundred small Haitians arrived in France since the earthquake of January 12.
Q: The circumstances of these adoptions are they a problem?
A: "The disease is the adoption of disease upheaval. And then the upheaval is even stronger with the earthquake and all its consequences.
For many families, the children's arrival is a relief . We must see clearly that these children were in danger in Haiti. Of course, everyone would have preferred them to be prepared for adoption under good conditions, which was not the case before the earthquake and is even less now. Between two evils, choose the lesser.
Before or after the earthquake, there are adoptions that go wrong, either because the child is not ready for adoption because he has experienced things too difficult, either because the parents, even if 'they have been granted, are not made to adopt. Finally, there are errors stork, the amalgam can not be made between such parents and such children.
Q: What problems to expect parents?
A: "Children I said the quake already saw were a little amazed the first day that the children I see usually. They were a bit stunned by these upheavals, all of this acceleration. But I have found that very soon it was going well in their adoptive family.
Overall, psychologically, I do not see many differences between children of the earthquake and others.
Where this happens the worse it is in terms of health itself. The rate of scabies, ringworm, tuberculosis has exploded. And these are diseases that French doctors have used any more. All children who arrive after the quake were full of intestinal parasites. Some suffer from malnutrition ".
Q: What advice do you give to parents?
A:" Each case is unique, but we can advise a lot of patience with children.
These are parents who are fighting for a year, are in the militancy, we must now forget all that and they thoroughly enjoy their child. They are pampered, spend time with family. This first Christmas should be spent quietly in the small family unit without being invaded by friends, acquaintances.
The idea is to make the snail, back into its shell for a few weeks, but do not hesitate to get help from people who have experience, associations and specialist consultations.
(interview by Veronique Martinache) 
Well, I have not been kind to the journalist because his Parisianism had a "little" excited, and I was worried about the transcript of my comments ..... on this point I was wrong, and I apologize flatly.
Thanks to reader a nice mom, I just had the AFP dispatch and I will do share:
PARIS, December 22, 2010 (AFP) - "The disease of the adoption, sickness upheaval, "warns the pediatrician Jean-Vital Monléon, advising parents who come to accept a small Haitian" to the snail "for some time within the shell family.
Dr. de Monléon founded in 1999 at the University Hospital of Dijon Consultation Overseas Adoption which has already received a hundred small Haitians arrived in France since the earthquake of January 12.
Q: The circumstances of these adoptions are they a problem?
A: "The disease is the adoption of disease upheaval. And then the upheaval is even stronger with the earthquake and all its consequences.
For many families, the children's arrival is a relief . We must see clearly that these children were in danger in Haiti. Of course, everyone would have preferred them to be prepared for adoption under good conditions, which was not the case before the earthquake and is even less now. Between two evils, choose the lesser.
Before or after the earthquake, there are adoptions that go wrong, either because the child is not ready for adoption because he has experienced things too difficult, either because the parents, even if 'they have been granted, are not made to adopt. Finally, there are errors stork, the amalgam can not be made between such parents and such children.
Q: What problems to expect parents?
A: "Children I said the quake already saw were a little amazed the first day that the children I see usually. They were a bit stunned by these upheavals, all of this acceleration. But I have found that very soon it was going well in their adoptive family.
Overall, psychologically, I do not see many differences between children of the earthquake and others.
Where this happens the worse it is in terms of health itself. The rate of scabies, ringworm, tuberculosis has exploded. And these are diseases that French doctors have used any more. All children who arrive after the quake were full of intestinal parasites. Some suffer from malnutrition ".
Q: What advice do you give to parents?
A:" Each case is unique, but we can advise a lot of patience with children.
These are parents who are fighting for a year, are in the militancy, we must now forget all that and they thoroughly enjoy their child. They are pampered, spend time with family. This first Christmas should be spent quietly in the small family unit without being invaded by friends, acquaintances.
The idea is to make the snail, back into its shell for a few weeks, but do not hesitate to get help from people who have experience, associations and specialist consultations.
(interview by Veronique Martinache)
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)