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Illustration: To achieve the poster of the 29th International Film Festival Abitibi-Témiscamingue, the designer Staifany Gonthier has captured the essence of the feast of international cinema, highly unlikely that the 48th parallel north, which continues to delight and amaze for this 29th edition.

Thinking Big on the big screen

with tradition, I'll talk to you again, as every year, MON Festival, one where I worked behind the scenes, communications, the where only edition I could not see a mozusse film, but since I corrected myself, since the end of October always means big brush my film, my annual appointment with the seventh art and my friends also bitten me In this amalgam of parties, p'tites and great views, encounters magic and sheer lunacy that will befall us from 30 October to 4 November.

For six days, will be presented 17 feature films, 83 short and medium length films, 42 animations, from 25 countries: Algeria, Australia, Austria, Belgium, Burundi, Canada, Denmark, United States, Finland, France, Ireland, Italy, Malawi, Netherlands, New Zealand, Netherlands, Peru, Poland, United Kingdom, Russia, Sweden, Switzerland, Venezuela. The lineup of 35 films this year presents awards and 36 premieres, including 16 world, 10 North American and 10 in Quebec.

a program! You can read more by clicking site FCIAT: http://www.festivalcinema.ca/

As you can imagine, I am present there rather than here in the coming days. I will not see any, it would be impossible, but I do not sulk my pleasure, for sure, even take out all the stops to spare me the beaches in my free time already and save me crazy at the Festival.

In addition to the screenings taking place at the Theatre du Cuivre, there are also many activities that are grafted around the Festival: The public education (youth component), the great movie, with the speaker Pierre-Henri Deleau, release movies across the region, Short (Dominic will present his film, Between Spruce and the unicorn Saturday night at the Cabaret of the last chance), Nocturnes and other events that bring people who participate in this frenzy that already feels around town, Rouyn-Noranda at least.

I will not be missed especially in block 3 on Sunday afternoon, a world premiere, the film See Ali, director Martin Guerin. This film, I hear speak for two years, among other reasons because Dominic is involved with all his heart, camera, editing, calibration and whatnot. This documentary tells a great story, 100% true, an incredible story that shows that anything is possible in a region like ours, when crazy wonderful start to want the same thing at the same time with all their might.

The trailer See Ali, you can view it here: www.vimeo.com/15468250

In a few minutes, I leave to go to 5-7 Launch of this film. I was invited to be part of all those who participated, from near or far, this documentary tells this wonderful story that would be forgotten if Guerin did not consider Martin to be the general screen. What was my involvement? Even under torture, I will not say anything ... until next week, after the screening of See Ali, a world premiere!

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My daughters hate the seasons change ...

Phase 2 of the season change, it is the fittings ...
far, tee shirts have been spared, and although it's over ... With the cards last year, cartons of gifts from friends and grandmas start the fitting. To avoid disorientation, everything starts with heaps: 8 years, the rare 7 years, 6 years and 5 years (yes, yes, the higher the pile of clothes in stature and not age). Soon there is some disparity in the heap:
- the great 8 years will reach 10 years and 12 years of waiting patiently, waiting their turn in a cardboard
- the big 6-year-old joined the pile of 7 or
8 years - the major stores with one 5 years 6 years
- 5 years we have found great last season but are really riquiqui
- But what are those 4 years in this box?
comes a time when the "light of nas" is not enough ... Called a kid (at random, the large) and he is trying on clothing. That dispatches heap:
- those who will
- those too large (the executive board for later)
- those too small (towards the pile of the little sister)
In general, it is equipped a girl whose overall size is "not the same," and there is no fun: example here: Grand peas made up of 8 years (compared with sleeves that are all in 6 years 3 / 4) or 7 years old when it exists and 6 / 7 years down, except for the gauchos or she is still easily the 5 / 6 years (arggggggg), 8 years old so we forget except for dresses or it may put the models of 6 or 8 years (yes, 7 years old when there) at once, should try them all ...
The nightmare, have sweaters and jackets, I do not know what the manufacturers are smoking but my front door as models and brands of 4 to 10 years ... looking for the error, again we try everything. And skirts? Overall it is of 6 years if there is no adjustable elastic, and tightly, some 8 years (yes, and 7 years ...)
Oh yes, the joys of adjustable elastic .. . So I agree, it's a great invention, but ... The most basic rule of survival for us as recycling clothes come for almost all the girlfriends (thank you girls <3 ), des vides grenier et d'Emmaüs. Forcement certains sont plus que distendus, pour d'autres, désolée mais il y a une limite au nombre de plis que les tours de taille petit-poitesque de mes filles peuvent supporter, régulièrement c'est pile poil la bonne longueur et impossible à régler à la taille : direction la pile à donner.
When the big swoons amid piles of clothes, I pity, I call the little one.
.. another thing ... Little miss pea strongly held opinions about what she deigns to wear, in general, pink, purple violet, the straws are in the odor of sanctity, the dresses and skirts that look too. Everything else, much less. It must however be on cold winter days where the skirt and tights country-of-fairies will be a fair bit, especially since the girl is timid. Very. Kind to put on pants sweatshirt even though it is ... brown or green. Even with a thick blue sweater wholesale oil ...
But for him to try a rather mild autumn day ... Ben
it rattle. Throughout the fitting, except for the dresses that turn AND are pink and purple sequined ... And if by misfortune a pink dress is too small, the absolute tragedy, I remember a certain purple skirt with a tulle petticoat I had inadvertently tried to fit one more winter and, although struggling to cover the top of the pantyhose had one more year, there are things which cons we do not fight ...
few battles later, piles regain the shelves, and here we count ... This year, my Grand peas can open a shop of sweaters and vests, thanks to the generosity of manufacturers (from 4 to 10 years) she has three stacks (a stack = nas given 4-6 pull), it does will not butt-naked I have not counted a dozen pants ... dresses and skirts, they are good by cons, surprisingly, tights and long sleeve tee shirts do not really matchent, and even if it sees no reasons to "impose" a red dress and pink tights with a high green and blue bin I avoid ... We'll probably go full of tights ... For
Peas is more strange, she has skirts and gauchos, and a reasonable number of sweaters and vests, but very few pants and dresses (very little, but enough for the winter, calms the grannies and godmothers ;-)), so, again I'll have to find a supplier of tights ...
At this time of storage, when the piles are all distributed in a scientific rigor, I advise a box all alone in his corner ... WE HAVE FORGOTTEN THE PAJAMAS ... We forgot pajamas ...
For reasons beyond my control, this winter, my daughters proudly sports pajamas "in light of nas ', not' cause at a time, just have not Poussy!
Ha and as I am, girlfriends, I decided to break the chain of clothes BHAAAAA. Yep, you see exactly what I mean: the stuff back of boxes you have all pretended not to see, which must date from well ... More than that, which have not been worn since the end of Year 90 at a minimum (not there yet a revival 90, it is not possible, even in the 80s we had better taste. ..). Widget circulating cardboard carton girlfriend girlfriend and end up in my living room: white dresses printed with stylized flowers such ugly tapestry, big collar lined with synthetic lace scratch, with unlimited length, probably mid calf, privateers with a steering wheel down (yes and scratchy lace), the Power Pig Tshirt (sic) or synthetic "peach skin". Then one evening after sunset girls, I put everything in the box to Emmaus (not dare throw it happens once the revival 90) and closed the box. Not because if I do nothing, my peas have a hidden talent for finding the horrors, even though when I stash in the bottom of a box not closed, or under the pile "to give". The great delights of all that defies the notion of color balance, little of everything that is flying ... And then I find myself Super U with two lamps in one color, one at the wheel, you see the picture?

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I hate the seasons change! What

No, I'm not even talking about runny noses of the rain that invites the gray piles up, I mean the biennial horror that awaits everyone, especially single mothers sex ( yes when you do not know how to choose the girls or boys). You come to me voyer? I speak of the horror of rotations wardrobe. If you are an adult basic, you do have a vague idea of the problem, it's true what is not funny to empty her closet, out of boxes full of dust dripping (yes it can dribbling dust) on you, leave the clothes you had forgotten to make a possible sort of what you do not take more than x years ago and locked in the same boxes and clothes of the opposite season. Well, you're not at all. The rotation of the clothes of a mother, it's horror, it lasts for days, it's beating down the morale and it makes you sneeze for hours.
It begins with a simple observation barometric "It's not freshened a little, right?" or "It's hot these days, eh." Do not trust them: it can snow in May after an attempt to put the beautiful running short and in November it may be days spearing hands down a 30 degree girl. Therefore expect that children are the choice of blue or cold in their scarlet turtleneck. There is no need to back off, he'd better get started!
Take for example (random like that) the transition from summer to winter in a small family with two girls, 5 and 7 years (thus going on 6 and 8 years, it has a vital importance for the future ) ...
should wait for a weekend preferably gray to get started: you start with the empty wardrobe summer in a beautiful burst of rationalization, it turns outdated sizes: 4 years, finished, hula, there is still of 3 years behind ...
And here begins the puzzle of the bunch:
Yeah, there's a lot "to throw", almost as easy, the stuff really unwearable
damaged, impossible to give even Emmaus
The pile of "not possible" that you ask without hesitation in a box "to give" tips pink or bright yellow (with purple flowers on a yellow gold polka dot striped ...) that you can not imagine seeing your children on a more year as they give you a headache when you see them in, the stuff that does not resemble anything ironed (no I do not iron, or at least minimally)
The adorable tricks that your children stubbornly refuse to (well, mostly small, it is the great all there in her wardrobe, especially the stuff fluorescent, floral, stripes and sequins, preferably not when ironing ironed s proves essential)
The pile of too little "give" and you wonder for the umpteenth time whether or not you'll keep the clothes that you like too small especially when a (e) third child points his nose, please note the parenthesis: if the third child passed the conditional, even should he be a girl ... So brief dilemma. The
heap but too small to keep time (you included) : All these little cute clothes that you tell so many stories of love with your girls and you do not solve to give, hidden behind your excuse "desfoisque" ...
And there's the evil-doing "next year": the great clothes that could still go next year, the garment of which will go to great early next year, the garment of that small could still go next year.
And here starts the puzzle in your immense foresight, you've made a cardboard "pea summer" and another "big pea been", then 5 years, it's easy, it goes in the too small advance, except that thing in 5 years but certainly a great five years to properly go another year, and this one also ha ... Good
on 6 years, it's easy it is to early next year, they notify the moment so it may or may not do one more season for the big ...
But what do the 4 / 6 years? Too small? Still good for a year? Rhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
What about the 6 / 8 years? For large, small? Both? Unmanageable: tested this year and impossible: the clothes are for a child at a time point bar.
Here we begin to do something despicable is overlaid with a 6 years (early) and 8 years (for large) and "in view of nas "dispatches it in both boxes, the scientism of the situation will not have escaped anyone!
Haaaaaa approach the impossible thing, the nightmare in a pile that grows casually: the size and stature, and not old grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! So what is already 112? 6 or 7 years? Another Failed verification on the internet later, you sit and you realize you've already forgotten ... So you bunk. And you dispatches. In pif. ..
Note in passing: there are two hinges ages that are a major headache for moms: 2 years is almost more babies (0-2 years it usually stops before 2 years) almost not in children (children is 3-6 years to 2 years ...), so you do not get dressed, you explode in 18 months / 2 years and you float in 3 years ... And 7 years, suddenly, you go to heights of 2 to 2 years, so if you have not grown up enough and that 7 years would be welcome, well ... you float or you blew up, or you bless the few brands that do not t'imposent choice between a floor lamp 6 years or 8 years old baggy attitude ...
Note: at this time of sorting, the shelves are empty, there are plenty around the house and not a cardboard "Winter" is released, you need a break, you go blogger. 1 to 2 h later, not a cardboard "Winter" is released and there are heaps around the house. So I go back, then tomorrow (given the number of months since my last post, you should be fine) ...

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The first house

photo: This little house in a tree on the shore of Lake Osisko, fascinates me and delights me every time I see it. It was built by the grandfather of Felix, not Crocodile Dundee, but his other grandpa, Guy, an architect at the tender heart that was fun to create something special and fun for his daughter Ariadne, who is now 21 years!

The first house

It is therefore the first house of Ariadne in the backyard with his parents. I guess it always will come back even though she grew up ... Anyway, I think if I were him, I'll talk with emotion, to meet my childhood and the indifference of those years.

If I linger today in the idea of the first house we do not forget, is that earlier in an hour ago, Isabella and Dominic will be among the undersigned, are signing all official documents that will make them the new owners. The transaction is agreed, approved and planned for months, today they are buying their first home.

My memories bring me back to early 1981 when we bought our first house, Crocodile Dundee and me. We had visited some before but this one we had rallied more than any other. We recognized it, we saw live there in each room, outside in the courtyard, the workshop-garage, everywhere. We were ready for anything.

I was 23, Crocodile Dundee, 24, but we seemed to almost 15! Moreover, our new neighbor, an elderly gentleman, quite charming, had come to welcome us in the neighborhood, one called Noranda West, the same neighborhood inhabited by Isabella, Dominic and Felix from this weekend ...

Mr. Côté had come knocking on our door to find his new neighbors. We were there with my parents, trying to paint the kitchen and dining room. It was busy with courage, good humor and energy, while continuing to talk with him, encouraged as it was, we had no time to lose. After a moment, before taking leave, he shook hands with my father and my mother, saying: "In any case, you young people who are working, it's not every day that you see that! "And then we realized that he thought my parents were the new owners of the house, Crocodile Dundee and I were brother and sister!

Our new neighbor was amazed when we told him we were the new owners. It took my parents to confirm that it was indeed true, we do not believe. He told this long story then everyone who would listen. Still, buying a single family home in that price at the time, with interest rates that bordered on 22%, it was a real madness. It should be young, full of passion and recklessness and believe that anything was possible. I remember that my father had given us advice worth its weight in gold and which we used often since. He told us: "You two? You want the same thing with all your strength? When you're two, you're very a lot! .

go back in January 1981. Newlyweds, we lived in a large home, a half duplex, with 3 bedrooms, lounge, kitchen, dining room, bathroom, basement with laundry room, workshop, large yard, good location, $ 160 months, which was quite honest and in the order of things. We bought a single family home of $ 42 000, with a quarter of the sum as a down payment, a interest rates that had been negotiated, just barely, at 17%, which was awesome. Our monthly mortgage payment, I still remember, was $ 435. Our friends told us: "But you're sick! "

You do not forget these things, we remember with humor and tenderness. Our first house, it was inhabited and renovated from top to bottom, we have been happy for 7 wonderful years. When we sold, Isabella was 18 months. Today, at age 23 she too returns while nearby, a few blocks away, as co-owner with Dominic a property where I wish them much happiness as we experienced ourselves in our first home.

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status and future of Brussels: how to reconcile the points of view?

Minister-President of Flanders, Mr Kris Peeters, recently said in an interview Soir that Flanders will never let go Brussels, which is its capital and it constitutes an important added value . He added that the CD & V does not want to split Belgium, but a profound reform of the state granting more autonomy to regions and communities. This allows Mr. Peeters to say that Brussels is "the capital of Flanders," is that it is the capital of the Flemish Community, as it is also that of the French Community.

But the situation of French and Dutch is not the same, the fact that the Community and the Flemish Region merged into one institution, having one government and one parliament, both established in Brussels. This is the reason why Flemish parties in the '70s, claimed priority to the creation of Communities, while the Walloons claimed especially the institution of Regions. With this concept of "Communities" without specific territory, responsible for matters relating to individuals (education, sports, etc.), the Flemings could retain influence in Brussels, even though they constitute about 10 to 15 % of the population .. In addition, after a "put on ice" for ten years from the creation of the Brussels-Capital Region, the Flemish parties were granted an over-representation policy, both in parliament in Brussels that the colleges of the 19 municipalities.

For the Walloons, the situation is quite different. Not only the Walloon Region and French Community have not merged, but the latter alone has established his "capital", its government and parliament in Brussels, Namur Walloon preferring to choose as the capital of Wallonia. It is as if the Flemish Region had not established its capital in Brussels, but Ghent and Antwerp.

It seems that although clearly marking their difference from Brussels, the Walloon leaders do not want more "drop" it and postulate the creation of a Federation Wallonia-Brussels, prelude a possible state of the same name in case of Flemish independence. It seems he is in this spirit that Mr. Rudy Demotte was wearing two hats, that of minister-president and the Walloon Minister-President of the French Community, creating between the two institutions not a merger as in Flanders, but in some areas of synergy. Under the famous "Plan B", some as Mr. Di Rupo even want this new state without Flanders retains the name and attributes of Belgium.

Therefore, the question that arises is a co suivante.En outside of Brussels in Flanders and Wallonia - which could be associated Brussels Francophone community - what other solution could be found for Brussels, which would have both the approval of the Flemish, Walloons and Brussels?

After the formal declarations of the Minister President of Flanders, one can not evade this question makes more difficult an amicable divorce, however, seems to us indispensable. In this regard, we can not compare Belgium and Czechoslovakia, because the latter did not include a central capital disputed between the Czechs and Slovaks.

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Country of contrasts

Photo 1: Last Friday, the sun was rising all shy and my office, I just had to do two steps to photograph the house in this light nostalgic autumn. If the door was open, we would have seen all the drawings in chalk Félixe this summer and we, whenever we were going to get our jackets for a boat trip: ducks, loons, flowers, suns, ships, sailboats, apples, bananas, etc..

Photo 2: Always last Friday, I was the Abitibi-West, an hour's drive from home. On the way back in the late afternoon, just before the beautiful village of Palmarolle, I was struck by the splendor of light, sky, colors and landscape of my childhood. I parked my car off the road and seen here a little this time.

Photo 3: Without disembark from my car, near the scene where we saw a tractor and a trailer at work in the dark. I do not know much about working the land but I admire those people whose labor is proportional to the heart and courage it takes to choose and take on this lifestyle.

Country of contrasts

This morning, much to my mind, but nothing worthwhile to do a ticket. And I think that this is not a valid reason not to write one! As we know, regularly publish a new text is a gym should not be overlooked too long, otherwise the aches and bad habits insidiously installed, disinterest is so fuzzy edge first, then we seek motivation and no longer exists and so this taste of writing that had always been there fades, withers and dies without making waves, like a candle goes out. I fight against that right now.

my way of blogging is not that much of the world. For 4 years I'm in a kind of network unorganized, free, places of exchange, reflection and discussion, friendship real and / or virtual, with those I call my blog-friends, I faithfully visit and make me well. This list is there, right next door, do you see? This is what might be called "MA blogosphere." Other people also read me, comment or sometimes not at all, and all are important to me. I want to say thank you sincerely for this precious time they grant me, this play so generous that goes straight to my heart and I will never take for granted, so it surprises and amazes me every time.

However, when the foundations are crumbling in my network as now, this tightly knit social network that was the blogosphere, as I've known this social network I said, became unfashionable when Facebook and Twitter have responded better to what people wanted. The blog as a means of communication and discussion has lost ground over recent months to such an extent that he went quietly dying in old-fashioned, in my opinion. Blogging has suddenly become the same meaning for me either. I tell you what I think, without trying to explain myself more and not knowing what will happen to mine. I always said I would be the last to close my blog so I found the pleasure, but when all my friends have left-blogs, though I must be thinking of closing shop too ...

I watched the last 4 years of human phenomena in this fascinating virtual world where I participated with joy, with enthusiasm, happiness in a constantly renewed. I'm attached to people I learned to know and love deeply ... without ever having met. It's not so strange after all, we communicate by using our words, our images, and when writing, it must dive deep within themselves, in truth, the heart of the subjects, in areas where one does not often browse on a daily basis in our social relationships often superficial. Inevitably, friendships are born and grow, relationships are formed, loyalties, affinities, habits are formed and ultimately, these virtual relationships become real. Finally, for me, that's it.

That's where I am. And I pass without further delay to other subjects.

alliances promising

You know how much I love my area and all of Quebec. Because of this, I can not support cleavage (especially media) between Montreal and Quebec, between Montreal and the regions, and anything that contributes to divide us, we oppose, we ignore or despise us rather than us to join forces in our differences, seek to become or complementary partners in the goals we share.

What I advocate, I have a great opportunity to introduce you to become a prime example. If I mention, not only because Dominic is taking part this year as a filmmaker, I beg you to believe me.

Last year, for the first time, the network access Montreal culture was associated with another region of Quebec to offer a showcase in Montreal and awareness of its artists, its environment, the wealth of creativity and its territory. The event "From the Island to the sea" opened its doors to artists from the Gaspé and the Magdalen Islands, Quebec Maritime shone for two months in Montreal, in autumn 2009. I find these constructive alliances and rich benefits for both regions for the metropolis that will open the entire province, a region at a time.

This year, the event invites the Abitibi-Témiscamingue. The project is called "AT @ MTL " which means, you guessed it, Abitibi-Témiscamingue in Montreal. From 26 September to 28 November, the Accès culture network, a group of 24 broadcasters Montreal, presents artists of our region show, music, theater, films and exhibitions that bring together many of our talents, creations and productions. Access Montreal culture highlights the cultural vitality of a region each fall and this time it's ours that is in the spotlight.

Many of them work with pride and hard for months. To get an idea, you can visit sites, blogs, various social networks that are dedicated as accesculture.com / event / ATMTL, vimeo.com/12398660, atamtl.tumbir.com and several others that I am deliberately did not include clickable links in order not to slow Blogger. If I hear about it for a while, is that Dominic had a mandate to make a documentary that would do the portrait of our cultural life in Montreal to present at the launch event which will span two months. Quite a challenge he noted brilliantly in a documentary 20 minutes, putting his vision, his heart and talent to our region and its artists. Because it was not easy ... It was at the meeting of about fifty artists across our vast region and he has not counted his hours or his feet. He decided to show our reality, and here I quote, as he himself said in an interview excerpt published in The Bohemian Index, "even in city centers with the sheet because c is also what makes our rawness and honesty ".

Dominic did not compromise on authenticity and honesty, I know him well in this artistic choice. But we will also see beautiful things, wonderful creatures, artists engaged and engaging, a sky day and night, with stars or northern lights as a guide for this country that we live as we live there. I had the privilege (of step-mom) to watch his film and I was proud of the choices he made and what he wants to show that we are in this cultural specificity, this membership to this territory, this way we create and live here.

The documentary AT @ MTL titled "Between the spruce and the Unicorn . A fter was launched in Val-d'Or on October 6, it will make its debut this week in Montreal, Thursday, October 14 to 17 hours at the Maison de la culture Maisonneuve. My children, Isabella and Dominic (this one, I have adopted) will be present. Not me although I liked it ... I have more important things to do, like spend quality time with Felix! Tags

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The day her parents will be in full press conference in Montreal for the 5-7 start of the event AT @ MTL , Felix has just 21 months, adorable age where language and communication are growing at an alarming rate. And funny. And touching. I had another great show yesterday, so we spent the morning together, her and me.

All is not quite developed yet in his manner of expressing things she wants to say but it made me laugh so much yesterday when she served me a perfect imitation of me. Looking back, I still laugh. She wanted me to go draw with it, as has been done so often this summer. She arranged for me to understand his message. She had taken the large crayons (washable), leaf color, stickers of kitties, flowers, butterflies. And then, with his expression cheerful, energetic, bright eyes, inviting smile, she said

"Grandma-Granny-cry-there-Edin-tights-Elisse weuriodena-wow-it boooooo Elisse "which means" Grandma, grandma, just write about on the leaves, we'll put stickers and when me, Felix, I'll show you what I did, you'll still t'exclamer "Wow it's Félixe boooooo! "...

Much has been drawn, both of us yesterday. She told me many things, I did not understand everything but the conversation was going well, it was fluid, it was question of kitties, flowers, boats, loons, loon dad, mom and lil loon loon p'tits on his back, fell into the water, apple juice, and WoW is beautiful everything that is important in life.

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Walloons "geographic" : Di Rupo, Hoyos, Kubla ...

In the Walloon Movement is described once as "Walloons geographical" politicians in Wallonia Walloon who had no conscience, nor, a fortiori, French consciousness. They lived in Wallonia, but felt fundamentally "Belgian", which for the Walloon militants, did not mean - and still does - nothing!

30 years after the creation of the Walloon Region, this "race" has unfortunately not disappeared and remains confounded by some about the current president of the Walloon Parliament, Ms. Hoyos, whose party Ecolo is increasingly some Belgian. How insipid! What a platitude!

As for the former minister Serge Kubla MR, he likes rolling car, this is certainly not because he feels Wallon. But only to cleave the PS and promote its policy of "liberal ". Interviewed by The Free , he did not hesitate to mock the "Walloon identity" in terms of an unworthy member "Walloon" "The celebrations of Wallonia ? Péquet is drunk ... And then? " Is it to justify his "unconscious" Walloon he felt obliged to remind it of Czech father and Flemish mother ? Poor explanation, as it could, precisely, consider the examples of the Czech Republic and Flanders, the first having obtained its independence and the second is looking to get!

But the palm of incongruity comes probably Elio Di Rupo who just proclaim categorical: "If split the country [sic] , we will keep Belgium, composed Brussels, Wallonia and the six municipalities of the periphery "(Le Soir) . That's it, the e famous" Plan B "... PS! Keep Belgium, a Belgium residual with the monarchy, King [Philip I?] and Brussels as the capital of this new "nice little French kingdom." Not only would such a ridiculous state and non-viable [see the books of GEWIF], but the vast majority of Brussels ( 63%) do not want it!

decidedly socialist leaders seem "mentally incapable", despite the exhortations of the Walloon Minister-President Rudy Demotte, calling the Walloons to take their destiny in hand, to imagine a future with dignity and great for Wallonia, as one would give him the meeting or the backing of France, major European nation and the cradle of the Francophonie.

After vigorously defended by an assistantship Flanders achieved through the North-South financial transfers, that they cling to Brussels ... The conclusion is obvious: there are no more statesmen in Wallonia Walloon statesmen. There is more in the political class, that "thinks small" ... Sad!

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New Bond N-VA in the polls!

According The Self r, a latest survey conducted in Flanders De Standaard and VRT showed a new progress nationalists in Flemish public opinion. N-VA collects 4.8% of voting intentions and more, bringing his score to 33% current potential. This means that if we vote again tomorrow, a Flemish citizen in three - where, if one prefers, one third of the Flemish-vote (are) for the party of Mr. Bart De Wever, which, moreover, the popularity peaked in Flanders, to the point of touching the 50%.

Those, like the ineffable Joëlle Milquet, who fancies himself a reincarnation of Joan of Arc some Belgian or eco-scout Javaux Catholic, as she taped the PS would do well to think before claim that " N-VA has no strategy" . For a party that has no strategy, increase by 5% of voting intentions for it is really not bad, especially compared to those who continue to lose, such as CDH or Ecolo

It is argued however that the majority of Flemish voters are not separatists .. Maybe they are suffering from schizophrenia, because when in the voting booth, they vote for the N-VA., If not for Vlaams B e lang or what remains of the list ... Dedecker So? With due respect to French-speaking parties, who themselves, have actually no real strategy and report "Plan B" then immediately contradicted again presented as a solution or a threat if Flanders proves too demanding in areas such as finance law or regionalization of the IPP ...

C ow traceable Walloons do not they would welcome the rise of Flemish separatists, whose objective is the evaporation of Belgium in stages? Walloon strengthens the feeling in terms of feeling Flemish and prepares the conditions for taking in hand by the Walloons themselves for their future, a future which obviously, can only be French if he wants be worthy of the history of Wallonia.


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Bringing Shoreline

Photo 1: To access our camp number two, there are two kilometers of trail and several bridges span creeks and marshes. It, Crocodile Dundee was known as "the Bridge on the River Kwai."

Photo 2: This picture does not tell you might not expect much but I tell you the story. Me, anyway, I was impressed!

Photo 3: The only day he did some beautiful, it was Monday, September 27 in the afternoon. We took the opportunity to go walking in the forest. This is another cute little bridge, hidden under leaves, built without subsidies or tender and brown envelope!

Bringing Shoreline

the first day of our vacation last Friday, September 24, he first had to go to camp with the bike and our luggage minimized. Too happy to leave, despite the deluge announced a weather warning, we were confident of going there without any problem, especially since Crocodile Dundee had secured some problematic passages in the previous weekend.

Gisele and I decided to walk the trail in front of or behind all-terrain vehicles could be seen squirming in this swampy soup, these bits of soggy trails, drowned by the deluge, which promised to be a lot more livable than embarking on the back of the iron horses driven by guys.

At the first bridge, it took place the plank that floated but were not yet gone into the creek became almost river, so it was swollen by the incessant rain since yesterday.

the second bridge is the photo I took two to return, and not to go, we thought we would have to tack and go to sleep at Camp No. 1, so the obstacle we seemed insurmountable: one of the two spans was a party to the fleet, there remained only one that still clung desperately (!) in submerged shrubs ...

is at this point that Crocodile Dundee has served us again logically and his famous fad, "By dint of lacking toutttt, we lack nothing." Giselle, Robert and me, we do not really see how he would do to build a bridge that would be strong enough to cross the bike on the other side of this "river" furious, so enlarged.

He had his plan. I do not understand his plan, but he, he knew where he went. He said he had cut down two large spruce trees and trimming of about the new width of the river and drop them over, on hand to adjust the exact distance between parallel wheels of ATVs. Yes, but it is round, a chopping block, how to move on it without risking the escape vehicle in the river?

laughing, Crocodile Dundee I offered to take me in his arms for me to cross to the other side if I was afraid ... His proposal was very romantic, and I almost accept it, but the problem was not there, I was thinking more ATVs and trailers attached and which caused me after these concerns ...

In his red box "licensee" behind his ATV, Crocodile Dundee is still bits of wire and spit, a hatchet, a hammer, knife, nails of all sizes, a crowbar, the pliers, chain saws, and lots of odds and ends of all sorts that are totally unknown to me ... and unnecessary. But not for him. It's like his toy box.

After shooting the two large spruce trees that had evaluated his eye carpenter he took his tape measure (he had it in his safe ?...) for spacing just enough to get the wheels, recovered the little bridge to the rest of the fleet, has taken down the planks in two time three movements, was fixed on the top of the logs, put some logs across to make the joints between the ends of beams that could not meet and work here, he had us build a temporary bridge to cross on other side, and people and ATVs with trailers attached. In addition, he did not even wet the bottom of panties!

I have no photo of it but it was impressive to see him at work so easily, I assure you. As expected, with the current deluge, there was no question of unpacking the stock securely packaged to make the trip nice and dry, and put his hand on my camera. So I took this picture in return, while the raging river had returned as a stream harmless but can imagine the width of the stream with the current in, which was slightly above the logs, seeing the remains of bridge built in minutes with the means at hand, but mostly enjoy Jarnigoine a hustler who was singing and laughing, never in trouble or in the woods or in life, but this time he did so under the very eyes of his girlfriend (me), her big sister (Giselle) and her redneck (Robert).

Suddenly, his hobby, "By dint of lacking toutttt, we lack nothing" is illustrated with force, without the need to explain it. But everyone can find meaning he prefers!