Work at a frantic pace, salary of misery, repetitive and stultifying tasks ... François Clauss denounces, on Europe 1, in his column "The air of time", the precariousness engendered by the digital, among others.

On Europe 1, François Clauss returns in his column "L'air du temps" on the precariousness engendered by the digital in certain sectors. Like Jacques Prévert, the chronicler wants the sun, at a time when digital darkens the future of certain professions.

I thought a lot about Prévert's poem this week, which sent me back to my early years when I was trying out the theater: "The sun shines for everyone, it does not shine for those who are in prison Those who scale the fish Those who manufacture in the cellars the pens with which others will write in the open air that everything is going well ... "

For hours, they must reproduce the same gestures in front of a webcam

I thought a lot about Prévert when I read Eric Fottorino's excellent weekly, "Le 1", discovering the reality of those whom the weekly calls new proletarians of the Web. Locked up in India, Africa or South America in their cellar, in front of a computer and used by Google, Siri or Amazon in the frantic race for the development of artificial intelligence, they are responsible for clicking all day long to surround a character on a picture.

For hours, they must reproduce the same gesture - remove and put on a pair of sunglasses, raise an arm - in front of a webcam, paid 30 cents an hour. They are called micro-workers, they are the invisible hands of digital technology.

I thought a lot about Prévert, following the course of five delivery men from Deliveroo who decided on their bike to leave Bordeaux to join Paris, denouncing their new conditions of remuneration. They, the new convicts of modern times supposed to meet our irrepressible need for home delivery. Even on a bike the sun does not shine when you pedal 50 hours a week for less than 2000 euros monthly.

800 euros to stay in a maid's room in Paris

I thought a lot about Prévert in this academic year by discovering the latest real estate figures this week in Paris where the square meter now reaches 12,000 euros on average in some neighborhoods when students are forced to pay sometimes up to 800 euros per month to stay in a good room often without bathroom. In the city called Light.

I even wondered if Emmanuel Macron himself had not thought of Prévert by taking up again on the issue of pensions his reformist pilgrim's staff, coming to reassure Rodez the good people worried about being able to enjoy the sun after a long life of toil.

Rodez ... A stone's throw from the magnificent Soulage museum. Impossible not to make the analogy: Relieves the great painter of the Black but who also taught us that black could come the light. So yes the sun may end up shining for everyone. Is it still necessary that 227 years after the Declaration of the Rights of the Man, a new philosophy of the light comes to enlighten the Digital Revolution.

"I want some sun"