Hi,
Today, is a sad day, for Paris, for France and for the world too.
This morning in Paris 11ème, 2 or 3 men attacked the editorial staff of the news paper "CHARLIE HEBDO". I don't have a lot of time to write but these acts are acts of terrorism. These terrorists shot more than 15 people and they killed 12 of them, some were journalists, drawers of Charlie Hebdo and 2 policemen.
Let's talk about the reason why I won't say "I'm Charlie"(Je suis Charlie).
First, to be clear I don't agree and I'm totally opposed to the fact of killing other people, the human race has to walk together.
The 4 people who were principally spotted to be shot down today were controversial drawers, they used to tickle the limits of respect of other religions. These drawers were smart so they knew what they were doing like I know they are extremists in the whole world in all the cultures and religions including mine, to them deal with this subjects that are subjects causing wars in some places in the world are a permitted in France by the freedom of the press or thought. They had been criticized in 2011-2012 because of some really controversial illustrations they had done then their offices had been burned down. Nevertheless they never stopped to express what they were thinking without any personal censorship.
Today they died, I'd better say they were murdered with an extreme violence, due to their credit to continue to fight to express their ideas, but other people who were not involved in this struggle died too.
That's why I'm not, I ain't (-like you dear English speakers used to say-) Charlie.
JE NE SUIS PAS CHARLIE MAIS JE SUIS SOLIDAIRE ET J'AIME LA LIBERTE.
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Hello,
This week, I was passing the Scientific Baccalauréat in France all the week, it's the biggest exam to certificate a level aquired in our scolarity, and we had questions in the English test based on two texts and I found one of them very subtle. We had to deduce that the girl named Pembe was deaf. I wanted to have the impressions of English native speakers, to know how could we have guessed this fact.
This is the text:
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- Together they focused on the film. Pembe watched The Kid with wide-open eyes, the look of surprise on her countenance deepening with each scene. When Chaplin found an abandoned baby in a rubbish bin, and raised him like his own son, she smiled with appreciation. When the child flung stones at the neighbours’ windows so that the tramp–disguised as a glazier–could fix them and earn some money, she chuckled. When social services took the boy away, her eyes welled up with tears. And, finally, as father and son were reunited, her face lit up with contentment, and a trace of something that Elias took to be melancholy. So absorbed did she seem in the film that he felt a twinge of resentment. What a funny thing it was to be jealous of Charlie Chaplin. Eliasobserved her as she unpinned her hair, and then pinned it back. He caught a whiff of jasmine and rose, a heady, charming mixture. Only minutes before the film came to an end, he found the nerve to reach out for her fingers, feeling like a teenager on his first date. To his relief, she didn’t move her hand away. They sat still–two sculptures carved out of the dark, both scared of making a move that would disrupt the tenderness of the moment.Whenthe lights came back on, it took them a few seconds to grow accustomed to real life. Quickly, he took out a notepad and wrote down the name of another cinema in another part of the town. “Next week, same day, same time, will you come?” “Yes”,she faltered. Beforehe’d found a chance to say anything else, Pembe leaped to her feet and headed towards the exit, running away from him and everything that had taken place between them, or would have taken place, had they been different people. She held in her palm the name of the place they were to meet next time, grasping it tightly, as if it were the key to a magic world, a key she would use right now were it in her power to decide. Andso it began. They started to meet every Friday at the same time, and occasionally on other afternoons. They frequented the Phoenix more than any other place, but they also met at several other cinemas, all far-away from their home, all unpopular.[. . .]In time he found out more things about her, pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that he would complete only long after she had gone. [...] Slowlyhe was beginning to make sense of the situation. This unfathomable, almost enigmatic attraction that he felt for her, a woman so alien to the life he had led, was like a childhood memory coming back.
Elif Shafak,Honour, 2012
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