Kafkaesque.
The word often comes up to denounce the functioning of the French political-administrative machine in the face of the coronavirus.
An impotent, stiffened, helpless technostructure that the French discovered, stunned.
They were told that their health care system was among the best in the world.
Masks, screenings, resuscitation equipment, vaccination: at each decisive step, however, the mammoth bit its tail.
In 1974, the novel by René-Victor Pilhes
L'Imprécateur
told how a grain of sand had brought about the downfall of the largest multinational, run by the best-trained minds.
Satire could be transposed to our time.
Vanity, arrogance, self-righteousness are the same and, unfortunately, the result too.
The famous French model was an illusion.
To confine or not to confine?
The question is not there.
It is not on this ground that a mea culpa of the President of the Republic would be welcome, but much more on the
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