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"In the same way that the physicists of the last century were forced to abandon their beliefs in homogeneous and stable entities to approach the uncertainties of quantum mechanics, we also have to consider the implosion of models and agree to mournof our reassuring paradigms. ” - Paul Vacca, Houellebecq, Literary phenomenon (2019)

Ghislain first appears as a close -up, framed by his long gray hair.He poses the goal, moves away a few steps away, gradually revealing the decor of his video: a simple bar.Najwa, at his office, spit out his glass of water by recognizing it.She quickly wipes her sleeve keyboard and sets up the sound.Ghislain scrapes his throat and smooths his hair backwards.The tired air, almost at the end of the nerves, but determined.Around him, on the screen, Najwa has three attacked customers, who pay no attention to the speech that Ghislain begins.

Najwa Sue of the mustache, she feels it.She checkens on another screen where the video comes from.From a Whuzz page created the day before by Ghislain de Neuville.Under a big banner "7anti-pivi", only one publication for the moment, the video that Najwa is watching, "we will no longer vote".

Ghislain sadly notes that indeed his speech indifferent to customers, even Boris at the bar royly ignores his shooting and prepares his orders by whistling."How can such pathetic content be among the trends of the moment?," Wonders Najwa.Unless he becomes ... even more pathetic? "Ghislain took over the camera at arm's length, we see him closely, doubt is no longer possible, he has tears in his eyes.

Ghislain wipes his glasses fogged, puts them again, shows the dreamers around him, dramatically increases his arms, lets them fall back like a dying swan.

The intervention of the bartender was not scripted, the old Briscard is surprised, his eyebrows betray him.But Ghislain quickly resumes.

Najwa, however tense, bursts out laughing.Unexpected tackle because its author, until then, paisibly wiped the glasses in the background.

She smiled at two hours later by showing the video to her colleagues gathered in the large room of the ministry.Pause.Ghislain's grin freezes on the giant screen.Najwa puts herself in light lit light alone.

Najwa relaunches the video on the big screen behind it.

Ghislain cashes the blow, diverts the camera and, as a good professional in appearance, he continues to move away.

Long, distraught camera, which sneers some employees in the darkness of the ministry room.

Ghislain sits on a high chair, at the bar, and fists on zinc.

Najwa frees herself from her pumps in two heels, places the keys to the apartment in the cup with brothel and, from a pressure on the home automation application, sends her bed to stick to the ceiling."The only way to have a two -seater mattress in a Parisian studio," said the real estate agent who had shown the place.An ingenious rack system hoists the box spring two meters, revealing the charming little red living room waiting below.

For dinners, the same diagram in noon, Najwa eats alone.Tonight, she is not hungry, she just wants this half-bottle of Moët bought on the way to celebrate her promotion.She boxs it in the mini-counter, which she quickly refreshed.

In order not to suffocate, Najwa has supervised desert photos as far as the eye can see.Eight square meters, who is full in there?She dreams of giant dressing room, hidden floor, secret passage to unexplored terraces ... Annex the landing to extend her legs.She surprised herself the other day in the metro to jealous of a kid who spoke of "her room".

Only six months that she won her post with the algorithm: she did not have time to move from her internal room.The only advantage, in the meantime, is to have an unstoppable excuse to invite anyone and stay single."My studio is not designed to shelter a couple."A friend, here?Even the space of a weekend, where would it put it between its two shelves, its wardrobe with the three hangers, its pan-mug and its stove?

Just to think about it, in love, the place is cramped.She takes off her tailor, her shirt and her bra, replaces them with leggings and an old t-shirt "Lyon management school".

Najwa lets herself fall in the sofa and looks at her mobile phone, hesitates ... Since she lives in Paris, she gets less well with Khadija, her adoptive mother.Najwa knows everything she owes her and loves her very much, but the old Moroccan began to speak to her as an extraterrestrial.To the reproaches for having left the house is added the discomfort not to understand his job: "virtual of what?"Are you spending your days thinking about things that don't exist? "It's we using.But who else calls?Najwa broke with her childhood friends to be able to succeed and, once in Paris, his success has taken up too much space to make new ones.She avoids causing her brothers who each time scratches money, she also avoids her father who, he only thinks of marrying it.

Najwa presses at least ten times on the red circle to hang up, as if to go and go even more fine with the conversation. On the other hand, how could his mother understand? The parents of Najwa, two Moroccans from Rabat, were already old when they obtained the right to settle in France: Ahmed, 47, and Khadija, 32. Before leaving, with their three sons and nothing other than 'A vague promise of hiring, they who had always wanted a girl adopted Najwa. She was not 2 years old. The next week they all landed in the Lyon suburbs, in Vaulx-en-Velin, at the Mas du Taureau, which was not exactly the promised paradise. The district was best known, they discovered, for having been the scene of the "first urban riots in France". In 1990, for five days, the young residents had set out of the police, the brand new shopping center had been reduced to ashes. The archives found by Najwa on the web show ribambelles of carbonized 4L carcasses. She just has to reach out to reach the kettle in the kitchenette and make an infusion.

His mother is right on one point.Pivi is hard with working -class neighborhoods.By algorithmic decision, half of the 93 has been under curfew for a month.Like Lyon, Marseille and Avignon.Najwa plunges the Rhubarbe-Cassis sachet into boiling water.How to judge?Pivi had to tackle the problem.It was necessary to turn the page, it is obvious, too bad for those who remained in the fold.No choice, resume everything at zero.The bar of the pre-of the herpe, where Najwa grew up, was shaved a long time ago, like that of the Lère, like that of Mont-Pilat, like those of the Smalls 1 and 2. Regularly, Najwa launches the videos ofArtifiers who end up his childhood place of explosives before making him vanish in a large white cloud.Strangely, it is for her relief.She tells herself that we should all be, to hope to move forward, to have the chance to see the places of our childhood.

The worst danger of the Mas of Taurus, according to Najwa, was not that the trapped.It would have been to plan everything to smoke with them, below morning to evening.

Forget with them that elsewhere, they would never be welcome.Except Najwa, finally, who will leave his Studette for ... who knows?The number of parts depends on the totem."I deserve so much better," she sighs her eyes towards her bed glued to the ceiling.If the totem project is validated, it can aim for a loft.What if the project is a success, the salary going hand in hand, why not ... the entire Louvre?"In the devil, the herbal tea."Everything is within reach in this apartment: Najwa overturns his mug in the sink while checking with the other hand if the bottle is cool.Enough.Champagne!

She climbs on tiptoe to catch the only drink on foot.Vibrato near the sink.Telephone.Najwa looks down: Jean-Jacques Van Buiten.In visio.Shit!Quick calculation ... She doesn't have time to put her tailor, too bad, she is still made up.She will frame her face very closely, he will not see his outfit.She puts the glass, she will drop out, the other hand in the confusion loose the bottle that has fun on the ground in a sparkling puddle bristling with glass pieces.She would like to spend the in the towel but the bursts flay her knees.No more time, it must answer.

Najwa hides the sponge behind his back and takes a great inspiration before starting.Around her melts a whole archipelago of small islands of candied champagne to glass glitter, but even on his knees in the halo of weak light emanating from the freezer, she ensures the pitch.

Jean-Jacques sits his chin, black suit in the gray of his office, raw light.

Najwa has a big smile, sincere for once.Jean-Jacques approaches immediately.

He hangs up.On the ground, Najwa spots a mini-champagne mini-flap without crushed glass.She dips her finger there, carries him to her mouth.Another victory.

Dans le prochain épisode:Quand il entend parler du Totem, Ghislain caresse un instant l'espoir de retrouver les arcanes du pouvoir. Ses vidéos anti-Pivi commencent à trouver leur public, peut-il pour autant espérer rivaliser dans cette élection avec les champions sportifs et autres popstars?