= 96.8 Degrees Fahrenheit

March 2, 12h 53, exit the motorway towards Lisieux, several roundabouts, earth and straw landscape, blue sky. Stop
lunch menu 11 euros, the village stretches along the national urban elastic, vans standard on the car park.
I go.
A lady silhouette stovepipe tells me "the table at the bottom where there are two gentlemen."
I cross the room. I discovered the two men side by side watching television in the direction where I am: a thin, bronze-green shirt and tie, mouth hyphen, shoulder-length hair plated, the other farmer or builder or both, the five fingers as thumbs, mug red, turquoise blue eyes.
I sit facing the second.
I salute them. They respond politely and
back on TV, a show animal, it seems. I feel
they cling.
buoy.
I broke, right under their nose, it unleashes waves: storm on the paper tablecloth. Slapping the face of a stranger there, a few feet away ...
buoy. I
order.
They chew: one bib, the other a pie. Silence. TV occupies its space, the space light, space anguish. The peasant worker
building intrigues me. Behind the stature and the mine closed in caret, you can feel the cracks. I think of an old wall.
Although I know the answer, I asked him: Lisieux How much is it? Ten? Fifteen miles? It takes time for reflection, the question is important, and answered:
- Although fifteen ah yes.
That's all he said. Here's mine again tip the screen.
He finished his dessert.
He rises.
He whispers a goodbye.
It goes away.
Him, I would have painted his face.
My attention then reverted to another type located diagonally. His glasses give him a square air traveling salesman. I begin to question: Is the region?
- No.
- Where?
- Sotteville-les-Rouen.
- Ah.
- Yes.
- Hon Hon.
- This side of Rouen.
- Ah.
- Yes.
- Hon Hon. And you work in what?
- Data processing. Technician on printers.
I exclaim:
- People like you are precious.
- Oh no, he replies. Oh yes, he corrects the next second.
He blushed, I think, unless it is an illusion.
The conversation begins: the profession, the crisis, unemployment, the gulf banks, forcing news ... Suddenly the whirling billion euros over the table, doing loops, escape, return, s' envolent again and disappear, Definitive. Ah heaven!
- I do not have too much conscience, confess my interlocutor on several occasions. Should the numbers.

Wedding Maplestory Background

2 Dives
advised and guided by Mrs. Hanse, deputy mayor for culture, and Mr. Mouraret, current mayor of Dives, this morning I met with Madame Le Henaff, a divaise longstanding one-time assistant to the culture and spent time recently to collect the memory of the history of Tréfimétaux. for the book "A factory of Men" published in the Book of Time. Madame Le Hénaff welcomed me home, warmly this morning with small coffee and cookies to decorate our discussion. Then, despite the incandescence of the heart, she started telling me about the history of the factory, I tell stories, to find out who I can meet to enrich the writing project. After two hours of maintenance, a good contact list was drawn. Then she took me into one of the housing estates of Dives and we went to a former smelter Tréfimétaux (trade unionist) now aged 78 years. Again the welcome was very warm. He agrees that we take a morning together with Another former colleague from the factory to tell work, stories, fighting past few days and probably many other things.
all starts well. And what touches me is the extreme that I get home and the happiness of individuals to remember the good memories.
Then I went to spend some time on the port that has cleared the facility that they are only the belfry is now immersed in a solitude so great that it mushrooms growing on the skin of its walls.

Christophe Tostain

My Wife Caught In Her Undies

DIVES 1

First Day contact with the hot topic of Dives-sur-Mer. Photo minimizes the comments of the day. There was the closing Tréfimétaux in 1984 and now is closed EUROCELL. Today was the last day of negotiations between representatives of the factory and the bosses. In determining the amount of severance of redundant workers. 77 in total. Deliberation takes place in a room of the Castle of Linden; basis of a recreation center. Outside we are awaiting the results in a striking cold autumn wind. But it does not rain. Negotiations between us and outside there is a grid with representative of the prefect, police, general information, Commissioner.
People talk. Everything. In this course, but also football, stock market, children ... I met some people who had suffered the same thing Tréfimétaux and who are there now in support. Then
delegates appear first, nothing to prevent them and return in five minutes. Twenty minutes later, they announced the color: € 8,000 initially plus an amount that eventually will be proportional to the sale of production equipment. There vote among employees. A majority refuses. Delegates return to combat. We wait again. discussions focus more on what is being happened. Some are eager for battle, but they say with a smile. The delegates returned a second time, shareholders offer 11,000 euros but the loss of the mutual. For this time out enough. It is not. We must go to court and initiate legal battle. Now outside, everyone is waiting for the bosses copiously insult. Eggs are circulating in the hands because, according to background information, uncooked egg is not considered a projectile. But wait. Nobody leaves. To believe that employers expect that everyone is gone. Nobody leaves. An egg or a good insult is always so giving. Then a sudden burst of cries Pending. That's it! They come out! Yes but by the back door, behind the castle in secret, running. Then everybody rushes armed only with the cry of revolt. We go around. Quickly. For fear of missing the kill. But down the road, a fence blocked the new CRS unemployed angry that patrons can go away from despair.

Christophe Tostain.