That is nearly done for Wari. I had earlier on the phone, his wife, in tears, from the La Timone hospital, she had just learned that Wari were only a few hours. Bone cancer at age 35. I could do nothing against the disease, but I loved so much help in obtaining a new social housing. Just to both the out of this sordid streets of downtown La Seyne, housing damp, dark. He had the calm, sun, light to ward off death some time yet absurd. Wari, I see him at 18, and with Philippe Joly, three musicians of the first rap group Seynois "TRP", text young, realistic and hopeful. Already
last June I had hoped he would get the Commission's housing allocation to "Land of the Southern habitat," an apartment "reserved" general council. A dumb law, in which only penetrates no humanity, had banned the solution to the "gardens of Matilda." It was resumed, but the disease has caught the local history so sad. Wari, his intelligence was beautiful and awesome. Seynois birth, I wanted him justice, this joy of a new social apartment to sweeten end of its life so short. Her mother had gone young, his father three years ago, cancer, cancer.
Politics has nothing human. I was as helpless as doctors facing his cancer. As sad stories, there are plenty families, buildings, streets, I know.
But I saw it there for months as a marathon, not more like a countdown. But why everyone who cares.
I am told that I must respond to the anonymous leaflets me dirty, distributed this morning, Bertha. I know where they came from which side. My father said that it was still dirty as shit. He was right.
Tonight, two boards of the College Paul Eluard and Marie Curie.
What future?
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