“It is the useful walk on Saturday”, Josiane lets go, laughing. The Dracénoise retiree finds her compatriots every week to shout her dissatisfaction with the health pass. To the rhythm of the drums, she dances, sings. “We’re all united! I don’t know who’s vaccinated and who isn’t. And that’s great.” VSt is the slogan of this umpteenth event in the old center of Draguignan.
With a smile on his face, Raphael reads the signs. “No pass-aran”, “Already too lost, nothing more to give”. He shrugs his shoulders.
“It’s a bit of our digestive walk. Both figuratively and literally. We have trouble digesting its measurements just like our meal.”
Heads change, but the numbers remain relatively the same. They were four hundred again yesterday afternoon and Sylvie is delighted. “The fourth wave of which they speak to the government, in reality: it is us! And we will not only pass, we will overwhelm them and their liberticidal decisions.”
At the windows, the Dracénois observe the scene. Applaud. Or on the contrary shake their heads in exasperation. “Everyone has their own opinion on the matter, relativizes the Dracénienne. We can’t all agree, otherwise it’s not funny .. “
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