What a sad picture ... A great world power in shortage of masks, in need of tests. A country supposed to be confined, some of whose inhabitants stroll quietly under a spring sky. Enclaves where dealers parade, where the strict application of the rules would trigger a riot. Caregivers threatened for some masks. Store shelves emptied for fear of running out. An indistinguishable public voice which organizes elections before canceling their effects, which does not dare to affirm frankly, head on, that this quarantine will not last two weeks but perhaps more than a month, that jogging is not not a human right and that the ordeal that awaits us imposes individual and collective sacrifices.
Meanwhile, white coats face each other in submerged hospitals, police officers walk the streets without protection, grandparents accept without flinching not to see their grandchildren any more, families mix work in the same space,
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