This week I had two dreams linked to the G20. It's not fully surprising as I like politics and live less than 10km away from Cannes.
What's funny though is how my 1st dream was about going backwards, which is pretty much what happened this week. Premonition? Hopefully the second dream won't be.
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"I hope they'll send a strong message" I tell the girl standing next to me. Her glasses and anxiety makes her look older. Not older than me though. She's very pretty with her blond hair held in a ponytail and her suit fits her perfectly. "I hope so too" she whispers.
Stress and anxiety are on many faces around us. Everybody here hopes tonight will be a night to remember. The head of world nations are discussing about carbon emissions. I feel like I'm at the Ambassador Hotel waiting for Bobby.
"They've voted for 40%" shouts a friend rushing to me. He gets to us, bends holding his side and tries to catch is breath again. “They've just signed it”. The bullet hits me. "It's impossible, we were on 25%, they can't go higher, they were suppose to reduce it!" I explose. The statistics, the studies, endangered species, pollution, climate change, everything scrolls in front of my eyes.
"They decided to go back, they said they just can't do it" he struggles to add. "They're not trying!" I insist feeling helpless. Sadly, I'm arguing with the wrong person. It's them I really want to shout at, bunch of scared, greedy, idiots that they are. The girl's not saying a word, I can see tears in her eyes. I look around, despair is everywhere. Nobody understands. Who ever does? Is all I can think.
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I'm looking at the screen but I don't understand. The anchorman keeps repeating the same words :"Sarkozy has been re-elected". I turn to the old man standing next to me. "How is that possible, the elections are not before next year?". My voice vibrates under the weight of surprise and anger. He looks at the coffee in front of him then at me. His face is blank and clearly, he has no answers. I turn to the waiter, he's young, and his colourful t.shirt stands out behind the white counter. "That's a joke right? April 1st?". "I'm afraid not" he replies. Like the old man, his face doesn't show any sign of surprise or anger. They just don't care. I leave the change in front of him and walk out, hoping I'll find somebody who does.
