Bernard wakes up in his large apartment, in the heart of the European district of Brussels.
A poster of Thierry Breton sits above the bed, while an anthology of Ursula von der Leyen's speeches is ajar on the bedside table.
In the middle of the room stands, imposing and superb, a magnificent tower by Kapla, built with a Spanish colleague, a Greek colleague and a Portuguese colleague.
This installation, because it is a European construction, reminds Bernard why he is fighting.
Bernard heads towards the kitchen, swallows some genetically modified kiwis imported from India (the production of GMOs is fortunately banned in Europe) and sees, through the window, his neighbor engaging in revolting actions on his balcony.
He shouts at her, furious.
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Last week, when I saw you mowing your hedge in violation of nine of the fourteen European regulations in this area, I said nothing.
But here, I observe that by planting your vegetables you do not respect…
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