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Urban birth (I was born in Liege, Belgium) ago "Few years" already ...., I, nevertheless, always loved the countryside, long walks through fields and woods of pine or hardwood forests more luxuriant.

My grandparents owned a large property in the heart of the Belgian Ardennes where as a child I spent many school holidays with my cousins.
In summer, I loved to go exploring with my grandmother or my grandfather to find the clearing where I'd full of raspberries, the undergrowth where abundant blueberries and sunken roads lined with brambles covered fleshy blackberries we stained the hands and lips ....
Fill wicker baskets that can be dismounted while clawing up the fruit to cool, was a pleasure, and we rivaled zeal to be the one who would have the basket the fullest. Then, before returning, we made a crop of wild flowers and foliage to compose bouquets ephemeral.

Revenue from these long walks sometimes 10 miles, tired but happy, my cousins and I sort Plane and our harvest so that our grandmother could prepare the delicious jams I've never found the taste!

winter, other joys awaiting us: the snow, snowball fights, looking for traces of wild animals or birds have left their footprints on the white layer covering the campaign. And sometimes wonder to see emerge, just steps away, a deer, a fox and if we were lucky a majestic deer.

Coming after my marriage settle in Tunisia, I have always lived in town but not in the center. I needed a quieter suburbs with houses in large gardens too accustomed to the green, and passionate about nature and plants, I had a green space in front of my windows, and I finally found "My shoe foot ": a small house surrounded by a large garden ....

Coming from the North, accustomed to the luxuriance of vegetation in temperate countries and very "watered" the Mediterranean countryside 'm full of surprises and wonders: new species of trees and flowers, different flavors, but also a region delightfully reminding me of my childhood Ardennes: the Kroumirie and forests of cork oaks, where I found a bit of scenery and climate of my youth.

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My BookMarks literary ....


Even younger, I always had great difficulty in remembering names and sometimes even people's faces I do not see regularly or that I had not "struck" in a particular way ...

is, I suppose, due to the selective memory that allows us to get to the essence in a busy life where one must carry out several activities simultaneously and where time seems to accelerate constantly. ...

This disadvantage (which can sometimes be an advantage in certain circumstances .....) I always obliged, especially in my business, make plans very detailed class, to put labels on each or use mnemonics to retain the identity of my students as soon as possible, and sometimes to use "tricks of Sioux" to not offend some people at high risk who could not accept that one can forget their name!

Now, having "taken the bottle" I hesitate to say that my memory is that "wilt" and sometimes I have no shame to take notes more frequently, to remember all and everything that makes my life! In this way, I can not sing too often " The whirlwind of life " song, so just and so well sung by the great Jeanne Moreau ...

Since reading is one of my passions, and I realized, reading and sometimes much too fast I forget the title and author of certain works, I decided to do this work regularly and memory to share with you (or not) title, a brief summary and appreciation of books read recently.
Vade retro Alzeihmer ........

"The enterprise of the Indies" by Erik ORSENNA .

historical novel, in which the author speaks of the discovery of America and the life of Christopher Columbus as told by his frère.Très pleasant, easy to read and very interesting for those who love the history and stories about the lives of men and women of passion.

"Labyrinth" by Kate Moss.

Thriller "esoteric" occurring mainly in Carcassonne and mixing real historical facts, the history of the Cathars and the crusade against them in the thirteenth century, an investigation, "police-historical" made by a young archaeologist for English retouver documents kept secret for centuries and by revelations about this dark period in the history of southern France.
Kate Mosse, writer Contemporary English, received an award for this novel at the British Book Awards and is very pleasant to read.

"100 expressions to save" by Bernard Pivot.

Little fun book reminding us of many French expressions that sometimes fall into disuse and which Pivot explains the origin, meaning and reason to keep living with all the verve that is his charm.

"A diamond in the rough" Yvette Szczupak-THOMAS .

memoir of a young orphan adopted after a childhood spent so miserable in different homes, finally adopted in 1942 by a couple Parisian intellectuals who will inform him of the great artists of the era, such as Picasso, Braque, Battle, Paul Eluard ....
fascinating story written in a language very much alive and "reinvented" playing with words: a style very "visual" which in a few words or phrases us into the scene and action ...

"Twilight of an idol" by Michel Onfray.

Book daunting and difficult to read, (I also could not finish it!), Which in my opinion could have counted a few hundred pages instead of 600, which is a diatribe against Freud and his work and is in fact a business outright demolition.
I'm not a fan of Freudian doctrine, far from it, but with this book the author, a philosopher who seems to have certainty (although in my humble opinion, philosophy, is to first doubt, then an attempt to explain life) take, without really substantiate his claim, completely demolishing the man Freud and his doctrines.
short, you understand that this test does not really excited me .....

"T he transfer of the ashes" Fawzi MELLAH .

During playback, I still have not finished that novel. But the beginnings are promising for the lover of historical novels I am.
The author, Tunisian lawyer and political scientist, pays tribute to the monks of Saint Catherine at Sinai and leads us into an intrigue mixing religion, passion, interest, pride and vanity.: Theft of a manuscript of the Bible belonging to the monks and who would retrieve it.
And it's a writer, a Sunni Muslim, who tells us that history often forgotten by the Christian religion, fine example of tolerance and understanding among religions and that some should think ....

That, following the next issue, as stated in the soap .....

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Liège: my town, my roots.





For a long time, running through my head and heart, the desire to talk about my hometown, and to share, perhaps, to those who do not know the desire to visit it.

But mainly, the nostalgia of an expatriate (even voluntary) that makes me want to write a column on the "short" part of my life that I have passed, compared to the one I've been living over 40 years in my adopted city.

This column will be, above all, memories and emotions, each time I return and a way to remember and to remind those I love, or who read me one day what it means to me.

First, to help you mentally visualize the city, I will quote the beginning of a book written by a native of Liege (Vera Feyder), having spent his childhood, then moved to Paris (little book where I found the feelings, sensations and emotions that I myself have known).

Fluvial and Bishops, the city has always offered low to high range of his blue panorama Mosan mists and fumes that have never been able to emerge without drowning, for all time, booms, towers, steeples what made Liege, on the edge of the first millennium, a Mecca of European clergy.

Liege, Walloon Lidja is a very old city (it has long been a powerful principality headed by a prince-bishop's palace which became the current courthouse), built at the bottom of a basin formed by the confluence of the Meuse and Ourthe and surrounded on all sides by steep hills often, a situation that will influence its history and how to live.

Like, I do not count here a historical chronicle I will speak now of my memories and where I lived.

I was born, rue de Kempen (whose name comes from the vast sandy plain that extends over the provinces of Antwerp and Limburg), very steep street, dating from around 1870, and that leads from downtown at Mount St. Walburga.
For the record, I am, it seems, was born on a Sunday football game of the favorite team of our family doctor (my father's uncle!). Thus, a staunch supporter of this team, having left the stadium and unreachable (at that time, no cell phone!) My father found himself alone with his stepmother completely distraught mother to give birth to help in the kitchen. This episode was traumatic but ultimately it has always done well left unforgettable memories and great resentment towards his uncle .......

And who knows, maybe this is why I do not like Sunday and I hate football!

I have no recollection of me this house. My parents moved a few years after my birth to go live in a larger apartment in the house of my father's aunts (two spinsters, sisters of the famous uncle Maurice, the doctor who had abandoned my father in the event of the birth of her first child .....). In fact, my sister was born and the apartment on Rue de Kempen was too small, especially since my maternal grandmother, widow of the first world war, was still living with my parents at that time.
I was 3 years.

This house stood hop street in the neighborhood of Fétinne, not far from Park Boverie situated between the Meuse and its derivation.
The name of this street (the hops) recalls the previous destination in the neighborhood who lived many years of growing hops. This street was created in the nineteenth century to link the street Fétinne the streets of Vennes.

I kept very vivid memories of years spent in this house.
I passed the apartment of my parents than my aunts regularly, Mom was busy with her second baby.

I remember regular trips with Aunt Marietta, school principal, who regularly took me to the Zoo or Park Boverie which took place in the World Expo 1905.
I loved the rose garden, all gardeners know me and offered me a rose regularly. Of these distant memories, just maybe my love of plants and Gardening ... Who knows?
I also remember the deer pen, the little squirrel named "Kid" and who came to eat me in hand when I called, and the beautiful peacock of the enclosure near the Mosan, tearoom Park situated along the Meuse and where you saw scroll apace barges on the river ..... Less
good memories, this one: learning to write with Aunt Mariette, slap on the wrist because I was left-handed, and he had to write the right hand!

Then I entered the kindergarten in the Rue des Vergers and that's when I knew "My First Prev love": he was called Coco Mévisse and we were walking in the garden not the middle of the yard, hand in hand ..... and we were regularly punished for our disobedience!

Then, the financial situation of my parents has improved and they could buy a "mansion" that belonged to his grandfather Papa, Avenue de l'Observatoire.
The relocation of the street to hop Avenue, took place just before I entered elementary school.

The Avenue de l'Observatoire, so called because of the scientific establishment located on the plateau de Cointe where she lived, was situated in a residential area.
The house was large, spacious and comfortable with a garden where I played a lot, a large bedroom on the second floor of the house, overlooking the street, a busy crossing the trolley amount Cointe, and trains coming Guillemins station and crossing the steel bridge at the bottom of the avenue in a lot of noise as they climbed the steep coast Years after leaving the station ... And let's not forget that, given my age starts to become "canonical", when I arrived in this house, locomotives were still steam! Most

part of my life took place in Liège there.

I went to primary school Avroy Boulevard, built on a former branch of the Meuse, and connects to the Rue St. Gilles Street Guillemins.
This school still exists and is located next to the Masonic Grand Lodge dating from 1775. The huge bronze doors, decorated with Egyptian Pharaonic intrigued us very much, and funny stories, a little scary traveling on what was going on inside this mysterious cave .... So that the few times where it opened and we could see a long corridor leading at the lodge is barely, if we dared to look, so "the little girls" that we were supposed to be scared!
I spent my primary school in this school and for high school, I went a little further down the same boulevard Lycée Léonie de Waha: the most famous high school for girls (at the time the schools were not mixed).
The school was built on the site of the former glassworks Avroy around 1900.

I followed the course of Greco-Latin humanities, die now defunct, training gave me a taste of the language of literature and perhaps also of writing.

That's when I knew in the last years of high school, my first love lovers, boyfriends waiting for us, my friends and I, after school, in secret from parents and teachers: You can not joke with "decency"!

There were those who made our heart beat a teenager (often from the street the Athenee Poor Clares, or the College Saint-Servais (now that my grandchildren attend son: the story is an eternal! ) and then the one I was running away like the plague, Jean-Michel the little red head in front of our house and harassing me, hiding behind trees on the boulevard to the kind of high school, because he knew I do not support, then arise suddenly in my way ......
What memories that move me and make me laugh today!

My last year of high school, I met the man who would become my husband and the father of my children. And I fell madly in love!
As he was Tunisian, as you say, my parents, petty bourgeois in mind well-meaning and often a little narrow, did not welcome this association with great joy, quite the contrary. The forbidden fruit is familiar is always more charming than others, so it was time
meetings in secret in the small cafes of the "Square" during certain hours of "truant"

A word about the district "Square" downtown, so called because bounded by four streets, and privileged place in student life and festive town cinemas, cafes, nightclubs, shops: the place where fun and where you had to be seen, and even now elsewhere.

The school ended, I did my graduate studies at the Ecole des Hautes Etudes Street near Sohet Guillemins. Not really a taste (my parents love me prevented from studies that pleased me the most (horticulture or art history and archeology) for obscure reasons not well founded, but ..... simply because Mahmoud was listed!
Yet I have never liked the trade, but do not we do for love!
And that this will end my life in my city. Because, very soon I'm going marry and follow my husband in Tunis.

But my roots are deeply embedded in my native vile, and I feel an almost physical need to return each year and more, taking the age.

And, ironically, after leaving the district Fétinne, very young, that's when I go back every year now .....
After Mom died (too young unfortunately) my father sold the house in the Avenue de l'Observatoire to buy an apartment Mativa Quay, in the neighborhood of my childhood. the Vennes!
The dock is located along the derivation of the Meuse opposite the Parc de la Boverie, where I spent so many good times ...
My sister bought an apartment on the same platform, and when Dad died too, my son who occupies it, and my grandchildren in the eyes of the park or wooded view their mother grnad spent part of his youth.

is always with great joy and great emotion that I find these places so loved during my stay in Belgium.

Over the years, much has changed in my city of course (not always good for that matter) but I feel every time I come back from never having left and to find traces of my footsteps when I strode into my childhood and youth. I myself

"repromène" with always a pleasure, especially along the banks of the Meuse, because for me, a city divided by a great river has a soul that others do not.
The comings and goings of barges, the lapping of water against the banks, the reflection of sunlight on the waves that agitate all this gives life to the city.
And again, it contains a very important artistic heritage and reclaimed in many places abandoned and finally restored and rehabilitated, as I discovered yet!
Because when I lived there, I was young, I had neither the time nor the inclination to wander around, and I finally knew very little, since it was at home, school, home (almost metro, boulot, dodo!).

And when one is at the top of the hills surrounding the city, What panorama!
You will understand, I think, like Cork and I could go on much longer .....



NB: I want to say that the intelligence specific enough on certain streets of Liege, I found them in the work of Theodore Gobert "Liège through the ages" (11 volumes) .

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EXHIBITION "shared territory" FLIXECOURT-OPENING NOVEMBER 2 TO LIBRARY OF FLIXECOURT 19:00

exhibition in public space and media Flixecourt from October 21 to November 5, 2010

The exhibition gathers a selection Shared Territories contemporary artists French and Venezuelan and young photographers of the Val de Nièvre having recorded from 2008 to 2009 a series of photography course led by Maud Bigin at the Library Flixecourt. Photographs on canvas are therefore presented on the walls of the town of Flixecourt accompanied by an exhibition of French artists and sculptors to the Venezuelan media Flixecourt from October 18 to November 5, 2010.

Young photographers Val de Nièvre traveled for a year in the territory of the Val de Nièvre, attempting to put their eyes knew their everyday environment and the landscape unfolds before their eyes. This photographic project was based on a device for meetings, exchange of ideas between the participants' everyday life, their personal lives and within the city they pass through daily.

Association Open your eyes to the quality of photographic work by providing these young photographers had proposed to the City of Flixecourt include their achievements in photographic exhibition project consists of international contemporary artists performed in public space and media Flixecourt. This meeting between professionals and young photographers allows recovery of the young artists and a diversity of viewpoints on how we observe our territory.

The photo exhibition on the walls of the Commune of Flixecourt opens creating a wider audience and expand the cultural space by asking ourselves on various reflections on our relationship with the territory, the relations between spaces, environment and public.

A program and posters will be distributed throughout the city for the presentation of the event.

Mr. William Hernandez, cultural director of the Region Aragua in Venezuela will attend the Salon du livre du Val de Nièvre this Sunday, October 24th at 16:00 to present proposals for cultural exchange with the Picardy region.

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PARIS: BASILICA OF THE SACRED HEART

1 - In what part of Paris is the Sacre Coeur?

2 - When and why was it built?

3 - What french architect of the 19th century built the Sacred Heart?

4 - What is the style of the basilica?

5 - Where does the white stone of the Sacred Heart?, What capacity does it have?

6 - How is decorated the ceiling of the apse? . What it means?. What we can read at its base?

7 - In the tower is the biggest bell in France. What name does she?. How tall is she? How does it weighs?

8 - How is nicknamed the Sacred Heart?

9 - What is the name of the place where gather the painters in Montmartre?

10 - From the early nineteenth century the village of Montmartre attracts artists who develop a relaxed and bohemian.
Present them.

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PARIS: The Louvre Museum.

1 - Before the Louvre, which building is was the same place?

2 - In which district of Paris is it?

3-What does it measure surface? (Area devoted to exhibitions)

4 - Under which President was erected the Pyramid of the Louvre?

5 - In what year was the building opened as a museum?

6 - Under the Empire, what is called the museum?

7 - What King of France acquired the Mona Lisa?

8 - How much is the entrance to the museum straight time?

9-How many people visited the museum in 2006?

10 - How many works are stored in the museum?

11 - What Dan Brown's novel begins in the museum?

12 - In what movie Leos Carax, two homeless (homeless) make a clandestine visit to the museum?

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PARIS: Arc de Triomphe

ARC OF TRIUMPH

1. Who ordered its construction? When? Why?

2. When was it completed?

3. Its architectural composition:

a. How tall is he?

b. How arches there?

c. What are the high reliefs of the four pillars? What are the sculptors?

4. How many avenues lead to the Place where the Arc de Triomphe?

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Paris: Notre Dame de Paris

Notre Dame de Paris

1. Where is the cathedral?

2. When was laid the first stone?

3. What is its architectural style?

4. What are its main elements archictecturaux?

5. Portals: How many gates have?

6. Organs: how many there are?

7. The windows: what is the difference between glass and stained glass?

8. What is a rose? How many there are in the cathedral?

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satirical tale: bittersweet story of my country.



As in all stories, I start with the formula, it was once.

So there once was a very small country (no more than 30.528Km2: a "fly-blown" to worldwide!) despite that fact, had every advantage and the winning cards in hand to become "great" and where he would live.

But wicked fairy had looked at his birthplace, at its inception in 1830 (you see, too, that this country is very young, so in the prime of age!).

This country, which since the Middle Ages was a thriving commercial and cultural center (Ghent did not she was the capital of ... Charles V) became the prototype, much to the displeasure of its inhabitants, the ridiculous policy and repeated crises .....

Let us understand "why and how" ... This

countries, Belgium does not cite, located north of Europe was formed by the three linguistic and cultural communities are quite different.
parliamentary monarchy, it is incorporated in the North by the Dutch-speaking Flanders (Flemish-speaking, dialect derived from the Dutch), Wallonia in the south by the Francophone and Francophile, and east by the speaking community (quite small relative to both others) speak German.

Since the beginning, clashes often took place between the two main communities: the Flemings and the Walloons. But always, a compromise agreement was reached and Belgium continued its way somehow.
Highly industrialized and looking to the future and new technologies, it has experienced in the postwar years, a period of growth and prosperity when Wallonia has prédomné first, then after 60 years and decline mining coal, Flanders began to take over economically.

Belgium, during its heyday was a pioneer and founding member of the European Union, Brussels, its capital, becoming the capital of European institutions.

This small country, patchwork of cultures different would have been able to become a "paradise" for its inhabitants. (And, he has been for a number of years!)
was not counting with the extremists of all stripes, and other politicos Spoilers!

Belgians, good living and great practitioners of self-mockery) bickered often, dealing with names of birds between the two major communities, making fun of each other and vice versa.
People have even created "the belgitude" (little nod to the blackness of Leopold Sedar Senghor) is the image of Belgian identity.

The Belgian is neither French nor Dutch, nor German but it is a bit all at once.

A favorite programs and the Belgians who holds out since 1982 is "Be Belgium, and shut up" created by André Remy and blending skits, parodies and songs, mostly directed against the political course.

For several years now, ever since the "federalization" of Belgium in 1994, everything was packed: the misunderstanding between the Flemish and Walloon communities, the economic crisis, the rise of nationalist parties and "fundamentalists of all edges. All of these elements, in the hands of often corrupt politicos, have the explosion.

And for many years, successive political crises fester and still more, and Belgium and its inhabitants are stagnating and tear.
successive elections, and no consensus is found or so for a very short time, and then again "the playground disputes" between politicians .....
And you get to talk about splitting the country! Where are we going? Right into the wall, it seems!

But, being Belgian, we keep a sense of humor, thankfully.
can then hear of a government "blue planet", a coalition rainbow sky .... But what are
these quirks, my foreign friends ask me??
Simply put, the color mixing of different parties join forces for a few weeks or months to form a government!

And the king in all that you say? It oar, trying to reconcile the different currents, to pacify relations, but without much enthusiasm: he is virtually powerless and only a beautiful "image d'Epinal", although annoyed to be confronted during his reign he did not really want, is so enormous and endless disputes!

Last episode of trajico-burlesque "this year: since the legislative elections of June 2010, many political movements of this small country tear on language issues, unwilling to be led by the Flemish leader of the party legally elected!

Try to understand something! Similarly, we Belgians, however, accustomed to such "antics" are wasting our latin ..... Finally, our French and our Flemish!

After the election, to try to find a valid agreement, the king appointed:

• a preformation
• an informant
• mediator
• a conciliator, all to try to find a trainer to find a consensus and finally have a government.

I think that Albert II has provisions for a poetry since everyone they have called a name "euro"

I think after we will have u No moderator, a peacemaker, a deminer to defuse the bombs that all these gentlemen return ...
But would it not have been started by a scout , it would have been more logical, right?
And now we must find a juggler, entertainer and finally a savior who will finally bring happiness to little Belgium ........ Following the serial

the next issue.

Meanwhile, the economic and financial situation of the small Belgian people is getting worse because the government has resigned does not "manage" than "business as usual".

Is not politics great?

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PARIS: The Eiffel Tower

1. Develops a record of the city

the number of inhabitants, the department, the region ...

2. How is it administratively divided? It follows the shape of an animal, which one?

3. monuments: The Eiffel Tower is the most famous monument of the city!

a. How is called the architect of the Eiffel Tower? What was his occupation?

b. On what occasion was it built the Eiffel Tower? How long has it built?

c. How long should she stay?

d. What is the total weight of the monument? What is the number of steps ?

e. How many centimeters the top can move when it's windy?

f. The Eiffel Tower was the tallest building in the world. Until what year?

g. How many visitors are there per day at The Eiffel Tower?

pm How much paper does it take a year to print admission tickets?

i. Who is the small museum that sits on top of The Tower?

j. To what stage they can visitors enter through the stairs?

k. How many bulbs are needed to flicker Eiffel Tower?

l. When will the new éclairagen he was inaugurated?

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OUR EXCHANGE

1. Where are we going?

Draw the map of France, trace your route on it: regions, counties, towns and villages.

2. Our correspondents Pontfaverger.

Talk about your family, what you visist, ate, experienced, etc.

3. Reims

Develops presentation sheet: how many people? Which region? What is the department? How far is she in Paris?

Reims and history

According to legend, who created the city of Reims?
How many sovereigns have been crowned in Reims? Who was the last?
During the First World War, what happened Reims?

Reims and art

monuments What are they classified a UNESCO World Heritage?
Develops a record of each monument.
Who is Clovis?

Reims gastronomy

What is the origin of Champagne?
How we prepare the champagne?

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PHOTOGRAPHIC EXHIBITION on canvas: the Shared Territories September 27 to October 11, 2010
RESIDENT ARTISTS : September 30 to October 3, 2010

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Participation of the Association to invite ARTISTS 2010 - Picardy


The Shareholder proposes to invite Artists 2010 "In Situ Bzancourt 2"

After organization very successful first festival in 2009 the association moved, in the town of
Bazancourt from 30/09 to 03/10, 2010, the realization of a festival on 3
days: a photographic exhibition (duration 1 month) In Situ among residents, an artists' residence
and presentation of works accompanied by In Situ
artistic actions in public, screenings of films and videos by artists This is to propose a rereading
landscape for residents and visitors of Picardy through art. .
This project is based on the principle of sharing with the public and our desire is to establish a
space for meetings and exchanges where it is possible to construct a
thinking together about the relationship of man and its environment and to address
mainly of ecological concepts.
The implementation of this project provides a meeting between residents, artists and visitors
around the question of "art campaign addressing questions in
engagement with the current societal changes, taking into account new data
a world of increasing technological growth, encourages and enables a
exodus geographical, cultural and artistic. Hence arise many initiatives.

This project is a crossroads where artistic and cultural confront
looks and practical intelligence with the environment, he proposes a rereading of the landscape of this town residents and
visitors to the region. Holders of this project wish
create conditions conducive to the emergence of creations on a singular and
sensitive to this place.

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Seasons of Life: Season 4: middle age or early winter.

Life can only be understood by looking behind you but it can only be lived looking forward.

This quote from the philosopher Soren Kierkegaard allows me to begin the fourth season, and in principle last season of life, which I call age couples (perhaps euphemistically!), and indeed often forces us to look back on our past, our lives: what we have achieved, or only somewhat well, what we regret not having done or wrong, persons who may have been hurt unintentionally, our good and our bad deeds: in short, all the ups and downs of a busy life.

That these years have gone by so fast! too fast!

Without realizing it, while our mind is always 20 years, and sometimes even less, one day you realize that the longest part of our stay on earth is past and we must try to quickly realize that the daily and sometimes laziness or idea we had plenty of time to do so, we were unable to do!

Then, as now, is thought to be freer and more experienced, we would undertake, act, change our lives, learning again and again, especially on subjects that we really passionate, yet offer love and receive and without wasting time, since we do not know if we left a lot!

Unfortunately, if our mind remained sharp and hungry all the physical is often there to remind us that we have over 20 years!

Everything is played with ease, we made without much effort, we now weighs, and our other joint pain or remind us to order ...... All we
tired faster, some things are bothering us, we no longer support certain people and certain constraints .....
Our body has changed and our new image we do not like really, but it is inevitable and we must accept ourselves as we have become: not always easy, easy, especially for a woman!

But besides these "disadvantages" of the distortion between the physical and mental, as something to pass on to our grandchildren, what pleasures new, thanks to them, that also worries sometimes, and that challenges time and again not to be outdone, and "being on top" as they say!

So, always move forward, move, change, want, "want to want" and especially do not let go!

Se also say that life is not over and that we may still be many years before us, so try to keep fit, and not be overwhelmed by nostalgia, even if sometimes it we just "tickle the neurons!

Then full ahead and come what may, the best and as far as possible!

So, continue to sail with the wind good or Bad to the image of the sailboat showing the last column!

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Seasons of Life: Season 3: adulthood or early fall.

Now for the third season of life: one where we become responsible men and women, having gained some experience and "some wisdom."

Two quotes that I like to illustrate my point: one of Simone de Beauvoir, the second of Emmanuel Mounier.

What is an adult? A child age inflated.

Adulthood is the age-specific adaptation. Mature is to find its place in the world.

Be a (an) adult: comprehensive program to which we have stretched from childhood to adolescence and who became the ultimate goal!
one where we could finally come true, follow your instincts, make choices and if possible take them on.

But are we really free? Existential question that it is sometimes very difficult to give a valid answer ....

Adulthood ...
one where we meet the man or woman in his life, when one aspires to start a family
after studying (or not) often long and difficult and have battled to find the location of our dreams that we can precisely to ensure a decent standard of living.

From thirty to forty: The decade of the moral and physical, that we women dream for so long: to give birth and then take our children in our arms, raise them the best while engaged in our husbands, our homes, our careers.

confidence in their ability to meet all these challenges with ease and without sacrificing anything: sweet utopia!

Despite the happiness and joys, accidents or misfortunes overcome our beautiful energy is not sufficient to reconcile all these aspirations!
And we must therefore sacrifice some ambitions of our beautiful and sometimes waive permanently.

We realize our limitations, so the fact that our beautiful dreams come true is not all, or so the price of what sacrifices often painful.
But if we have the health, of course, we are able to perform miracles, to know great happiness (the largest being to bring up her children, seeing them grow up healthily physically and mentally) despite uncertainties of life.
And finally always move forward or stand up when you fell and then leave ....

But this adult so we were expecting a child or adolescent, we finally realize that he is one of the most trying season of life!

But it passes quickly though and we would like to extend it before entering the fourth and final season of life: the winter!

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The seasons of life. Season 2: Adolescence.

Adolescence is the age where you are looking for, if it happens that you are, you're not good. You're now another.

Quote Albert Brie. which allows me to begin this chronicle of the critical age of adolescence ..

period where there is not really a (e) child and not a (an) adult.

Season, oh so difficult, full of contradictions, desires frustrated by the family circle, hesitation between what is believed to want and what you really want.

Who am I, where am I going, what state I wander? These three issues take on their full meaning in this moment of life.

What physical changes are sometimes difficult to live, intellectual and moral!

is the period of rejection by family and its dictates, not of everything and everyone, it is also the crucial moment where we would be free, completely, but at the same time still be able to cuddle in the loving arms of our father and mother, but without daring to do for fear of losing "our dignity "...., is the brief period of all contradictions and all hazards.

is also the time for friendships "helping heart," the imitation of tics and quirks of our favorite idols, research and affirmation of our personality.

Sometimes we seem to be the "kings of the world": we know everything, we can all achieve!
("What does he ramble these kill-joys adults who now lecture us all the time?")
But in an hour all our certainties are collapsing like houses of cards and we would revert to small children ....

Tis the season for first stirrings of love, clothing or other fads, desires constantly repressed since it must still obey a family " who does not understand anything !

is also the season of living dangerously: the refusal to study and work, the attendance of girls and boys sometimes not very recommendable that can lead us into situations sometimes very difficult to manage.

Mais c'est surtout la saison de l'affirmation de soi et du chemin difficile vers l'âge adulte, mais où nous gardons pour peu de temps encore une fraîcheur d'esprit , une vision positive de la vie et de ce que we will become later, without realizing once fully grown and independent, it will be all finished recklessness .....

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The seasons of life. Season 1: The Early Years and years wonderful "anything is possible."

Having reached what I call in Season 4 of my life, middle age, I would write down the desires realized, cravings aborted, the path with varying degrees of success, choices, sacrifices, brief joys, sorrows and joys of a part of life.

Before continuing, I want to warn those who read me maybe I'll talk about a life in what is called a family "happy" and without major problems.

(I know of course that there are lives that have known only pain and misfortune since childhood, but this is not the subject of this column, which is rather my view of life a person "blessed" by life, having access to a certain ease, the education and love of his.)

For me, life, like the year is divided into four seasons.

The first spring, the most beautiful and one that passes too quickly: early childhood.

In fact, in our first years of conscious life (from about 2 years until age 10 or 11) that all girls or boys we feel able to do everything and want everything or know do. For

children, life is a blessed time and then hated both: the wonderful blessed because "there" and lets all hope, hated because the main purpose of the child is to become a "great" to whom everything is license and who can do anything, it grows!

Childhood is also the age of confidence in all: what adults say, what they do or do not, is necessarily fair.

"Great people never lie and we must believe their claims!"

These first years of life (2 to 6 years of age of entry "to the big school") are also of recklessness, the wonderful, endless games, both with beautiful sophisticated toys, but even better with a piece of paper and old pieces of string.
is still the period of the imagination, creativity and non-flanged all possible!

Ah, what wonders these parties in Saint-Nicolas, Christmas or Easter, where characters with "magic powers" slip into cramped chimneys to bring us lots of gifts, where the bells leave and return to Rome responsible for chocolates and sweets for good children .....

Oh, what a sly and often hidden fear, receive instead of punishment distributed by bogeymen or other monsters that criticize the little children who were not wise!

What happiness to believe in magical powers of ogres and witches, hear their stories told by relatives and loving friends before finally read them ourselves, while shivering "delicious"!

What joys yet to invent a life, build a future and believe that we will achieve all our dreams!

And yet, as they rise too fast these years of indifference and faith in the aftermath wonderful and easy for the child, they are dragging and it has only wait to become a great person and can do what he wants, finally!

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Small pleasures of life.


I am talking about simple joys, simple but sometimes despite all the problems we have, we illuminate a day and sometimes even a single hour of the day.
Small pleasures that help us move forward, to love life and our earth, and against all odds.

They can obviously be very different from one person to another, but I'm pretty sure you will recognize some of mine!
And, would be great is that you comment on this article and you make me part of yours.

When I turn to the past and what was my journey, I sometimes regret not having taken advantage of a fleeting moment, which unfortunately does represent perhaps ever. And since now the longest part of my life is behind me and not before, I think with the experience he must try to make the most of that life has to offer: great happiness and joy offered to small daily. As

Prévert, I will make an inventory (without his talent of course) of what for me are real small pleasures.

• Being awakened at dawn by the birds singing and the sound of wind in the branches of palm.
• Open the flaps and see that overnight the flowers of the shrub in front of my room opened and discovered the blaze of their dark red tone!
• Quickly getting up, taking his first cup of coffee in the garden where the calm is not disturbed by noise from the street (that one advantage of getting up early).
• Browse the aisles surrounded by a real serenade of a wide variety of birds hiding in the foliage.
• View buttons yesterday begin to hatch, and new plantings, do there bit, begin to grow and be good in my garden.
• Wait patiently as the sun illuminates and emphasizes it with my abundant flowering bougainvillea.
• Enjoy these moments of solitude and quietness so rare in life that sometimes gets carried away!
• Feel the wind on my skin still fresh of the morning hour, which is unfortunately too short, especially in summer.
• Hear gradually waking the neighborhood.
• See the sun rise over the summer sea in Marsa: a marvel, a very fleeting moment: an orange ball appear out of the sea!
• During hot summers, after being locked up all day to try to escape the great heat, power finally came to dusk, smelling the flowers exhale their fragrance to greet the return of freshness. After a day
• particularly stormy and heavy, hear the wind getting up, see the sky is veiled, the clouds pile up, the rumbling thunder and rain last fall, and get out, get out fast to feel on her bare skin that freshness As expected!

These are some of my small pleasures.

course there are the great joys and pleasures of life as a wife, mother and grand-mère, mais j'évoquerai cela dans d'autres chroniques .

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friendly nod to the French: Understanding "The Belgian".:



En ces temps difficiles pour mon pays natal, j'ai décidé de coucher sur la page virtuelle de mon blog certaines mises au point sur ma langue maternelle, le français.

Cette idée me trotte dans la tête depuis déjà un bon moment .
Avant d'entrer dans le vif du sujet, petit rappel pour ceux qui le connaissent mal, ce pays aussi grand qu'une tête d'épingle,(si on le compare à la Chine!) Il se situe au Nord de l'Europe, et est divisé en trois régions distinctes, et ce malgré sa faible superficie.

En effet, everyone now knows, even our French neighbors still fairly "self-indulgent," Belgium is a small trilingual country. Do not forget, even though we talk very little, in the east, in the area called "redeemed cantons" and along the border of Germany, the official language is German.

In the North, the Flemish region (with cities like Antwerp very important economically, or historically as Bruges and Ghent, which was the capital of the empire of Charles the Fifth!) The official language is Flemish regional language derived from Dutch spoken in the Netherlands, countries which depended on the region and led by William of Orange.

In the south, French is the official language, this region was a province of France until the Revolution of 1830, when Belgium was really formed as a sovereign country.

The idea of this text came to me to correct a widespread error: that the French spoken in Belgium is not French from France!
I am against this misconception, especially as some media would echo.

For example, a quiz in the newspaper of the Internet, one question concerned the language spoken in Wallonia.

• The question was: What the French in Belgium?

Three answers were given:

• regional variation of the French imprint Belgica.
• French that many laughs. (Sic)
  
• spoken French in Wallonia.

The answer was supposedly just the first proposal.
I protest and I say loud and clear that this is the third proposal, which is good.

course, as in all francophone countries, regionalism are common and normal. All while speaking the same language at home, enrich it new words from their experiences, their local ......
This fact also that a language is alive, it evolves, to borrow the words of others, appropriates them, places them in the "mother tongue" and allows him to find his place in this world so changing and diverse.

So I totally agree that the French spoken in Wallonia includes many belgica, and in the next chapter, I will quote some of them and clarify them.

But what makes me "pissed off" is that the French still very chauvinistic, laugh constantly these belgica, while the "Canadian", they find tasty!
And it's always a slight condescension they watch the Belgians.

Do I remind them that the "bible" of French grammar (use the Good ) was written by a Belgian, Maurice Grévisse and remains the standard work for all linguists. "
Should I also tell them that France is composed of a multitude of very different regions also has its regionalism that are not always understood throughout the country!
Do I still say that each region or city, both in France and Belgium speaks his language with region-specific accents!
And rather than always stigmatize the mote in the eyes of their neighbors, the people of France would be better sometimes to watch the beam in theirs!

Well, I feel relieved: I had to push my little "rant" and I did. I hope the French will not mind and understand that sometimes certain truths of restoring order to better understand each other!
After that, I add that I have lots of French friends, we get along very well, and I love their country, and especially our common language, that of Voltaire and Molière.

Now just to the belgica cheer (even when I add that some of them have now returned permanently to the Larousse and form part of the French language). I deliberately selected a few and I give the translation "in good French," because one could write pages about it!

• The drache : sudden downpour and strong (as it often rains and thousands in Belgium, there is even talk of national drache example, one falling steadily passing parade of 21 July!). The
• kot (past now finally in French, which is more a word that Scrabble players are familiar, well-placed because it can pay big dividends!): furnished room rented to a student (result was the koter verb: to live in a student room).
• Have good : experience pleasure or giving the right answer. A bell
• : for blister or blisters in France.
• A crolles : a lock of hair (Small, I was crollée = my hair very curly).
• Jouette : playful, loves to joke, laugh ....
• Kwistax (or cuistax) : kind of kart driven force leg by a BB. Can be individual or multiple tickets.
• speech therapist speech therapist in France. Curiously the word is French and comes from the Latin root, then Speech Language Pathologist comes from the Greek root. What is bizarre is that the French speak of speech therapy speech therapist but the snub!
• Stay paf : stay quia, mouth agape, arms hanging ....
• Queuing : in France we lined up, for example the post office. A dustpan
• : small metal shovel or plastic to pick up the crumbs or debris. The waiver
• : in Belgium, it does not terminate a lease, it gives its waiver. The cloth
• : what in France is called mop.
• Tchoul : crying, sobbing so strong and sound.
  

stop there, I could still give you dozens but it would be boring!

If you in your speaking countries or other regions have also tasty and pictorial expressions, tell me in comments that you will do at the end of this article is so rewarding

contact and the learning new things.

I hope, dear friend (s) French you will not mind you having a little "rooms".

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Memories (2): The Saint Nicolas


How not to recall with nostalgia and happiness both in this wonderful festival of a happy childhood.?

For the record, Saint Nicolas is celebrated on December 6 of each year in several European countries and in eastern France (Alsace and Lorraine in particular).

It relates to the legend of Saint Nicolas, Archbishop of Myra in Lycia (born in the year 270).
Saint Nicolas is also the patron saint of Lorraine, Russians, Fribourg, students and schoolchildren.

Any part of a frightening legend that St. Nicolas would have risen three young children killed by a hideous butcher of the region.
is why he became the patron saint of schoolchildren, children who have been good if the entire year receive sweets and gifts, the feast of this saint, is Dec. 6.
The naughty children, according to legend, are not entitled to the largesse of the good saint, but the whip issued by the bogeyman, symbolizing the horrible butcher, who agreed to make amends to accompany the saint in all his travels!

In fact, in many countries, Saint Nicolas the ancestor of Father Christmas (Santa Claus).
In Belgium, children are lucky: in the same month, they receive twice as gifts!

For me, it evoked this festival is the mystery and wonder!
soon as we age to understand, we waited on December 6 with growing impatience as and as the date approached.

Our parents explained that if one were wise, good and obedient student in school, on the night of December 5 to 6, the great saint (who saw and heard everything from the sky where we watching!) throw in the fireplace sweets and toys.
an aside at the time of my childhood, there were still many open fires and fireplace in the old houses!

We also had the right, in about a month before the festival, put our shoes by the fireplace before going to bed.
And if we had been particularly wise, how fortunate thing in the morning to find a small gift or candy in his shoe!

By cons, if we were villains, beware: The bogeyman we might make a very nasty surprise!

Supreme Happiness, if we had fortunate to have a big family, not only brought us Saint Nicolas wonderful gifts from our parents, but also among our grandparents.
was then a race along with my sister, my brother and my cousins in different parts of the houses of my two grandmothers, to find where we had met Saint Nicolas!

What happiness innocence and credulity that allowed us to believe in such marvels, and to have the beating heart of expectation and happiness before the holidays.

What a shame too, when we were growing up and around the age of 7 years, we learned often at school that St. Nicolas did not exist, but it was our parents who were playing that role!
Ah, I remember again: what a disappointment the day when "I became a" great "and when I saw the wonderful and the other fairies and legends that made me happy flying .....

But also, what joy to resurrect the magic moments, like no other for his own children, and then even later for her grandchildren.
And if, as my father was fortunate to know them, perpetuate these hours of happiness for her great-grandchildren.

In Belgium, St Nicolas is also the patron of students, December 6, all students of different faculties of Liege form a large procession through the streets of the city and ends in "guindaille. But this I leave to my son the task of telling you! because it is a story very different from mine.

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