Each Sunday evening, François Clauss concludes the two hours of the Grand journal by Wendy Bouchard with a very personal perspective on the news.
"What if that was the image of the week? That of those sly smiles of a troop of dolphins invading the abandoned Sardinian ports of ferries and that of this great destructive predator that has become Man, now confined in his den.
And if that was what we should not forget in a few weeks, when we go out to Paris again in an air of purity that we, our generation, have never known?
What if this was the world of tomorrow, that of a three-year-old girl marveling at the cry of the birds in the early morning hours that she had never had the opportunity to hear before?
As if this cursed virus, so destructive and so painful at the moment for so many people, was also somewhere that signal that so many scientists have sent us for so long and that we neither wanted nor could hear?
The smile of a little girl in front of a company of dolphins which re-colonizes its territory while her grandfather, alone in his Epadh, finds himself locked in a room of ten square meters. Like a world that would slowly die out before a world that would be reborn. The pain of a virus that suffocates us, and the hope of a world where we could breathe better.
A world in which the car manufacturers who are suffocating us would make respirators that save us, as Donald Trump has just imposed, epidemic requires, to the American automobile giant General Motors.
A world in which we would give a little more money to caregivers like the French government, deaf to eight months on strike but who suddenly hears, and a little less dividends to shareholders, as the European Central Bank has just advocated .
A world in which footballers sitting on piles of gold would suddenly think of homeless people lying on sidewalks, as Kylian Mbappé has just shown us.
A world which would not close in front of the one who comes from elsewhere and who suffers, as the Portuguese government has just acted by regularizing and offering access to healthcare to all those on its territory who were waiting for papers.
A world led by men who would not think that they are in their place for them but for others, as the virus has just so violently signified to Boris Johnson and Donald Trump.
Yes, this world is also the world of the time that we live beyond the pain of loss and our carefree and lost freedom.
No, we don't really realize it, too much pain, too much worry.
No, we don't realize it yet. But yes, we should not forget it.
I would not like to walk in a few weeks along the Sardinian coasts with my little girl, that she asks me: "But, where are the dolphins, dad?" "