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A Humanitarian crisis… Whatever I wanted to say today is on pause. I saw something online via mashable.com and thought maybe its one of those goofy things people film which cannot be real.  The headline screamed.. ” Refugees came to ‘the Jungle ‘ seeking freedom and were evicted with clouds of teargas” http://mashable.com/2016/03/01/the-jungle-evictions-teargas/#sQhYjI8iQ8qS “I don’t want to watch. I cannot read. I cannot see such unkind inhumanity” …then I watch. It is real. The sign says “we are not terrorists”, as held by a refugee – it catches my heart. As I read Alex Thomson’s tweets and watched the video clips, I see the bulldozers coming to move the people. The refugees – children, women, men, the elderly. United in what they were doing- the French, Belgian, British and German mixture of removers, have a mission to move these people and demolish their ‘shacks of life’. In October last year I shared this; “There is a crisis worldwide which cannot and should not ...

Parlez- vous francais? Paris has been for me a dream to come true. I have been close by in London always on business, but have not gone to that wonderful city in France. Instead, I have my dreams which I see in my bedroom, reminding me I will go one day. My best friend gave me this picture and the painter we did not know, but it looked Parisian, the chic ladies in conversation. For my secondary education subject selection French was an obvious choice. The romance novels made it seem my prince would be french, so ‘je ne sais quoi?’  The desire to feel risqué with adventure, a mental vision of ‘joie de vie’! As I grew older, Martinique and Quebec seemed more possible, but how French would they be? Alas, now I find some joy in experimenting in my verb conjugations, as I write whenever I can with the help of memory and Google. There is a lot to laugh at when what you mean to say gets lost in translation, or sounds foolish, yet I will not stop or give up – my apologies to any Fre...