Tear Gassed While Walking Back From Work

Protests are following one another in the towns of France including mine. Each time it’s a pain to get back from work. Today I had to walk for almost an hour and, though I did my best to avoid the mass of protestors and law enforcement, I had to walk through a cloud of tear gas. I hate these manifestations of human savagery. When the time comes I want to retire in village where people talk to each other and take care of one another. A place filled with calm where the sole delinquents are a few teenagers smoking a joint in the deserted park at sunset and who salute you from far while you smile at them. A place where the air would not smell of pollution nor, obviously, of tear gas…