Voici la chronique de Mark Preece, un Britannique installé en Corrèze. Elle sera désormais publiée un mercredi sur deux, en alternance avec notre nouvelle chronique en occitan. Pour l’occasion, Mark Preece en a profité pour donner une nouvelle tonalité à son billet. Cette semaine, il écrit une lettre à sa mère.
I know I don’t write often but I promise that from now on I will try and keep you up to date with what’s going on here in Froggieland. In the good ol’ U. S. of A there are regularly violent uprisings when an AfroAmericain is killed by sometimes overzealous cops. A town can come to a complete standstill and even the President, of the time anyway, commented to try and appease the population. We call America “ze States” over here and I have to say we are pretty much anti the new, (well not so new), President with his wavy blond hair probably caked with a ton of hairspray so that it doesn’t get blown out of shape. In the same country we see scenes on the ‘box’ of people rolling under a rising metal shop security curtain to be the first to grab a piece of reduced price, electronic equipment. Figure why?..They call it ‘Black Friday’. At first, because of the name, I thought it had something to do with the anarchy related to the police killings, but no, it’s a well publicized shopping day where you can make huge savings. You’ll never guess, we had the same thing over here. Yes, seriously Mum, riots. People fighting each other like animals after having queued up for hours in front of a particular chain of supermarkets in order to benefit from a 70% reduction in price. The object of their desire?… A famous Italian chocolate spread.