This English officer served as the model (perhaps!) for Indiana Jones, Ouest-France, Sud-Ovest, Presse-Ocean, etc.

We are talking about a grandmother …

Who does not want us to ruin ourselves for her, her children and grandchildren should not spend a single penny, she is not going to an Ehabat, so if you say Republic of the Center, she will live. Tortives, in a former restaurant, whose owner rented rooms (1300 euros per month) and shared flats for the elderly, it was cheap, but there, she saw sad things, other old and very sick old people, abandoned, but above all she did not bother anyone, she When the granddaughter was called on the phone, it was a whisper and nothing was said.

This grandmother now knows, on this day the trial was held at Montarquis, that the media late last year described the Tortives’ “illegal nursing home” as the worst place we’ve ever found. In the fall of old men whose unworthiness I save thee…

This has been going on for years…will the owner still tell the court that “her great-grandmothers” are in the house…but I read that in this court, the testimony of the relative elderly women will disappear. Low voices, who fell into the night without being picked up, but who were left in Tortives, because it is complicated, we will not go to the investigation because we are ashamed.. .

In the Journal du Center, I met Nevers Giselle Bouvesle, almost 90 years old, no longer in a nursing home, but living alone at home since her husband fell of a heart attack on August 13, 2009, after 53 years. – Another scrabble on the coffee table, a triomino, they played together. The newspaper describes the difficult loneliness of the evening, the family and associations of volunteers who send death notices in the newspaper to offer their help to the survivors…

I’m thinking of an old Jack Brell song about old people.

“They are afraid of getting lost, and getting lost
Whatever remains of the two ends up in hell…”

I also think of the Anglo-Saxon proverb invented for children, but it works for the elderly too: “It takes a village to protect an old man”…

And yet my tenderness for the old already old, Indre continues to read in Figaro how the villages become dizzyingly rich, because we decided to give fortunes to the departing old people in memory of childhood. Maintain their tomb… In the neighborhood we envy but tease But even if a village is heir, it asks for grants and we deserve it.

You still talk to us about the old …

Two old men, long, wonderful artists, take my nostalgia on the wrong foot.

Nanni Moretti, an Italian filmmaker, was the first Italian filmmaker to appear in his double role “Towards a Brighter Future” in 1956, the story of a Hungarian circus visit to Italy that seeks to explain Communism. Rightly admired by Le Figaro: “There is no age to be old. Nanni Moretti began young, and he always looked at the world with a melancholy and heartbroken longing. But his melancholy always gave way to irony, and sometimes to joy.” Télérama claps along to the left, to tear himself from the darkness, Moretti pushes a meeting with the gentlemen of Netflix into comedy… Nanni has good words for him in Humanity, “I had the opportunity to leave myself and reach others”, and in Le Monde, “I have always faced crises with challenges, I grow up like poker, and I’m a firm believer in the power of cinema.”

So we believe in the movies, in which Vietnam, the country of the “Golden Butterfly Tree”, the golden camera at Cannes last year, teaches me that it will be a new fertile land… Yes, in the movies we believe that, and above all – I promised you two old men – CLAC Here I am awakened by the whip of an eight. Harrison Ford, aka Indiana Jones, from whom comes the final adventure, “The Dial of Destiny.” In the Sud-Ouest, I learned that Harrison Ford in his real life was friends with our French Jacques Demy and Agnes Varda, with whom he saw the first man walk on the moon in Beverly Hills in 69: “Agnes smoked, she couldn’t believe it.” Harrison adds: “You cannot imagine the considerable influence the New Wave had on the “New Hollywood” of my compatriots Spielberg, Coppola, George Lucas…”

And guys, I agree… Liberation Indie’s Farewell offers a pretty nostalgic review, with director James Mangold saying, “I read this as a very dignified take on the Indiana Jones character toward the exit. “Great American hit movie,” firm but without aggression. , with a finger of tenderness, to tell him it might be time to move on.” Damn it’s over already? Libby’s title is cruel and funny, “He’s a Whip in America”.

But adventure doesn’t die like that… And in the Presse Océan and Sud-Ouest and Ouest-France sites, you find the adventurer of yesteryear and his owl Creot. This creature is called Ricardo Ustaros, he is a journalist turned writer, he is in love with a certain English officer Percy Fawcett, he loves archeology and the occult, he goes to explore the tombs of the Amazon robbers, he is missing without honor a native leader, he is kidnapped by a tribe in 1925 Thrown in… Ricardo Ustaros, who made it into a book, asserts that his Percy was the model for Indiana Jones, because inevitably Spielberg and Lucas were saturated with popular literature that celebrated Englishness. Adventurer. I love this affirmation that poetry brings to our profession…

Finally we talk about the magazine…

Let’s not forget our colleagues from the Sunday paper, against their owner Arnaud Lagardere and their future owner Vincent Bolloré, the former director of the far-right weekly Current Values ​​Geoffrey Lejeune refused to impose on them. You can read the surreal encounter between the JDD editorial staff and Arnaud Lagardère on Le Monde and on les jours, as well as an insightful speech by Alain Minc, a veteran who wants to establish the law. Veto rights of editorial staff over their proposed leaders. A counselor to elders, she says she ended her relationship with Vincent Bollor when his hand fell on the canal. Irreplaceable, and you sometimes forget that you are irreplaceable. “Vincent Pollore only considers a journalist unbearable.”

With this philosopher, I invite you to read the concerns of Fos-sur-Mer in Provence, where the polluting Arcelor factory had to be closed, between workers wondering what poison they breathed in and those fearing factory suffocation. Subtle. We also read the hidden face of the President’s trip to Marseille, the Castellanes whose artery we cleaned, the avenue de Perneux until then was littered with waste and rubble, so that the President has a beautiful view, but elsewhere waste remains and the citizens know that the President has not seen anything in their lives … he You can read the newspaper, you tell me.