It's been now 72 hours since that the Minister of the Interior announced to us that all travel is prohibited. From now on, you have to show your pass, or more precisely, your derogatory travel certificate or proof of professional travel.

Boo-Ya ! Defense is organized.
Some are rushing into the starchy shelves of their supermarkets while others have already started to reinforce the walls of their homes with large strokes of the rollers for delicate hindquarters.
At least, the children will be able to build fabulous mobiles throughout these days which will now have to be filled.

Tuesday March 17, noon. The fateful hour.
No one left outside without their pass.
I'm standing at the window, I have fun watching the latecomers - most of them with their arms loaded - sneakily but as quickly as possible goin back home. The step is no longer the same. I even catch a few peeking, worried, to the left, to the right, at each intersection, for fear of the tide-road.

12:30 p.m., 1 p.m., 2 p.m. ... 5 p.m. ...
But what are all these people still doing outside?
I suddenly think back to certain messages on social networks.

Clearly, resistance is being organized.
During my readings on the Second World War, I have often projected myself as a "resistant" - like many - this time ... I do not feel it.
There is something bad about the air today. It's not my war

That said, I refrain from judging on these people whom I see "piling up" 50 cm from each other in the bakery to which my window opens. But I dont understand. It doesn't make sense to me.
Obviously, without delay, the patrol reappears on all supports: the popular judgment to the rescue to condemn these deviant behaviors within the group. I'm allergic to it.

If men, societies, had a particular talent for self-regulation, there would have been organizations without a legal system for a long time. However, I do not believe that it would have existed and worked (and here I am with a beautiful subject to deepen during my days of confinement).

But, in a way, I understand these people. They are afraid.
Probably a bit like me.
Surely there is something. The resilience of our society is once again put to the test. Like many times in the past, by the way.
This has always resulted in a transformation - of varying intensity, of course - of society.
In the end, this is perhaps what scares me the most, because, for the moment, this virus remains invisible, distant.

I don't like change.