Lutèce Diaries, 15: (In French & English) And if three out of five Parisiennes were addicted to crack? / Et si 3 sur 6 Parisiennes etait accro au crack?; “On ne parle que de liberté et on se confectionne des chaines de plus en plus”

By Paul Ben-Itzak
Copyright 2019 Paul Ben-Itzak

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PARIS — J’ai vu quelque-chose d’effrayant hier soir rue St.-Martin, a l’extérieure d’une café qui s’appelle “Café des jeux.” Il y avait une fille qui regarde dans la vitrine; au moins c’est ca que j’avais pensée mais en fait — et comme trois sur cinq filles que j’ai vu hier soir en marchant de l’Ile St. Louis jusqu’au le pré St.-Gervais en passant par la rue Belleville — elle était branché a son portable.

If three out of five Parisians were addicted to crack, the mairie would do something about it. And yet here three out of five Parisiennes (more the Parisiennes than the Parisiens) have their heads hooked by wires to something in their purses or pockets, and no one’s concerned. So this lady that I saw looking at the games in the window of the “Game Café” on the rue St.-Martin in the Marais finally looked up and dashed through the door… letting it slam in the face of the man behind her — who was supported only by two crutches.   He was left to try to nudge the door open himself with his body without losing hold of the crutches. Cette fille a tout a coupe bondi pour entre dans le café, en laissant la porte se ferme brutalement derrière elle sans se souci du type  soutenu qu’avec deux béquilles, et qui a donc du essayer a ouverte la porte par/pour lui-même tout en maintiennent ses béquilles.

At one point high up on the rue Belleville, just before turning onto the rue La Villette, walking ahead of me I finally thought I saw a woman who wasn’t wired, only to recognize on passing her the tell-tale thin chord running from her ears to her purse. I felt like Kevin McCarthy in Don Siegel’s 156 film “The Invastion of the Body Snatchers”: She’s one of them.

Comme un ami / As a friend / m’a dit hier soir / said to me last night on hearing this story /âpres que je lui ai raconté cette scène horrible: “On ne parle que de liberté et on se confectionne des chaines de plus en plus.” Everyone keeps talking about liberty, and yet we fashion more and more chains for ourselves.