“Sorrow and pity in Tunisia” | EUROtoday

All this in a rustic the place I’ve not set foot for ten years.

All this, all this faras, in affiliation with males that I’ve by no means met and which I didn’t know, till right this moment, not the title.

The first response, confronted with this material of nonsense, is to deal with the factor with contempt.

Or laughing on the good chortle of Joseph Ok., on the primary pages of Trial, Faced with brokers who got here to arrest him.

Or discover that it’s an excessive amount of honor finished to an mental, actually dedicated, however who didn’t ask for a lot.

Only I’m not alone.

First, there are the final Jews in Tunisia who should not fooled by this huge finger pointed on certainly one of their very own and who’ve understood that this denunciation of the great previous “Zionist plot” is an invite to shave the partitions.

But, above all, I uncover that a whole crowd of legal professionals, opponents of human rights, former ministers, intellectuals: a complete of 42 representatives of Tunisian civil society are, within the eyes of President Saïed and his personal, to have been involved with overseas diplomats – and with me.

Sixty-six years in jail for some.

Only fourteen for the happiest.

For others, like me, thirty-three.

All this distributed to the little happiness, similar to lotto tickets or flyers.

Except that these 42 should not fortunate sufficient to stay within the shelter, in Paris.

They have been in Tunisia, stinging for months, some for 2 years, in a Carthage jail.

And they have been solely allowed to attend their very own trials solely of videoconference, from their cell the place some are on starvation strike.

To these 42, I owe this notepad.

To these 42 whose questioning has any likelihood of being as absurd as mine, I have to, as I’ve finished all my life, solidarity and help.

Three of them are Franco-Tunisians and are Boualem Sansal with out books.

Others are previous, sick and dying in detention, indifference and silence of the world.

Being, me, free from my phrase, the least I can do is carry this testimony.

And then I consider Tunisia, this massive small nation which gave, fourteen years in the past, the sign of the Arab Spring.

I consider this jasmine revolution, the magnificent and insolent perfume, which rolled out a tyrant.

I consider this candy and joyful revolt, this Maghreb and terror -free 1789, whose thinker Mehdi Belhaj Kacem then wrote, in my evaluation, that it was a profitable May 68.

I’m considering of this Tunisian occasion (as a result of it was an occasion, an actual one, a type of who redraw the map of prospects and expectations) which I proceed to assume that it has opened a brand new web page within the historical past of the Arab-Muslim world.

I consider Mohamed Bouazizi, the small itinerant service provider who, by mixing with fireplace, lit the hearth of consciences.

I consider Tunisian girls, indomitable, who have been on the entrance line demonstrations, claims of equality, rebellion.

I’m considering of the genuine Movida, cultural and mental pleasure, the explosion of rap and rock music, the festivals, which opened to Tunisia the “borders of the sky” (title of a gorgeous movie of that point).

Today, hope is at half mast and the occasion is frozen.

Today, the poet and author Chaïma Issa has simply made, just like the 42, due to offense to the president, the expertise of the dungeons.

Today Ben Ali is again; His title is Kaïs Saïed; And, not content material with serving as an installment for the worldwide dictators that Putin, Erdogan, the Iranian Ayatollahs or the Algerian Tebboune kind, he treats his opponents just like the grotesque father Ubu his victims: “I want heads, Cornegidouille!” »»

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What a large number.

What pity.