There was one area where Jean-Claude Verdot and his girlfriend were lagging behind, the licentiousness of marriage. Arguably Jean-Claude was so pleased with their carnal understanding he did not feel the need to try something other than his girlfriend. Also confess a certain visceral shyness prevented her from collecting experiences. All that embarrassed him, because part of buttocks had no more meaning than a game of tennis, you could practice it with anyone, provided that the performance of his or her partner are sufficient. Dating his girlfriend had never interested any more than other activities, nor that many aspects of his person, which left him indifferent. The important thing was to have a girlfriend and a healthy sex life settled, as probably most of his colleagues, especially those who were carefully groomed, confident, comfortable in their skin and finely commented the news. Was practice, there was a role model, one that offered him domineering bourgeois and the young so perfectly happy in the unshakable belief that they fortified by reading their daily evening preferred. And that day he realized his bliss, was also where he found the perfect identity of her lifestyle with that of his colleagues. More than an antiquated prudery
, monogamy - albeit fortuitous as that of Jean-Claude Verdot - betrayed a contemptible instinct of property, unworthy of a young head of mission at the Department of cultures together. Was sacralization entirely inappropriate, even hysterical, flesh, evoking the stained sheets of honeymoons, honor crimes committed with a gun shot, poison rings and other cloistered women, a toy-mythical southern , a nerdy machismo to Prosper Merimee on which everything will be fashionable was to spit with a knowing air. Since sexuality was more than pleased as the others, who, like tennis, could take place between persons of either sex (and it was not the slightest victory against the constructivist philosophy of human nature), since no longer played any role in human reproduction, fortunately guided by considerations of economic viability, social opportunity and public health, the instincts were jealous that the residue of an unhealthy and deadly Darwinian era gone by. For some it was even there some form of dementia, such as eating with his fingers or speak in grunts. It was therefore for quality people to practice openly erotic vagrancy, and to tolerate the antics of their partner, to demonstrate that they were fully eliminated their residue prehistoric they faced and good-naturedly the pooling of mucous intimate partner.
Despite his shyness and the fact that their mutual performance rendered any unnecessary extramarital affair, Jean-Claude Verdot no doubt that one day his girlfriend and her quietly lengthen their sexual charts, which would dispel the image of the repressed that we had him in the ministry - although he suspected it was not any evidence.
He had no doubt that jealousy was totally foreign to him, his girlfriend was not an object but it had to be free, free to wiggle and show her navel free to take his foot with which she wanted, a woman who has finally reclaimed his body and his sexuality, free even to be bored in the first Citizen of the National Theatre.
But after that first riot in which his car was burned, he felt an incomprehensible resentment, and had to admit that the instinct of property was brewing in him, just shaken by the assaults of his social conscience . Certainly, the car was a selfish and contemptible object merchant. None had a question that strikes by public transport - He agreed - and assaults that took place there - an unfortunate consequence of the exclusion. Of course, one could only encourage the youth revolt suburban victims of discrimination. Admittedly, it was because of the disgusting management of the mutual assured officials that, based on the principles of the private sector, which had reimbursed his car a quarter of its value. While the judges were right to condemn not only the young light work of general interest, because we know that the prison nourishes every infamy and that inequality is the only injustice. But Jean-Claude Verdot could turn off the flashing red light at the bottom of his soul, and warned that as the line separating his property from predators had been crossed with impunity, its existence was threatened. He knew that this was an old reflex inherited from millennia of evolution, a special wiring of its neurons, activation of enzymes and hormones that was no longer anything in the new society, but had no way to silence the anguished rage that tied him by the throat and insomnia afflicted punctuated by nightmares.
This same instinct whispered that evil had rights to his girlfriend, and he would have been very unpleasant she sleep with another man. Despite all his shame he could not banish the feeling possessive disgusting. And it was shameful, but without hesitation, that Sunday when she was away for an internship, he opened the closet where she piled her papers - the same closet modular panels of pine he had assembled himself two years ago, using this little bad steel crank still lingered in his tools - in search of clues about intimate adventure that would have been hidden. It was simply absurd, as it was understood that each retained their freedom and they had nothing to hide. But women's intuition of his girlfriend could very well blow him it was better not to provoke the instinctive repugnance property of Jean-Claude.
He did not expect to find anything but sanctimonious irrelevant: Orders and safety sheets forgotten heels of credit card countermarks laundry, notepad where she had scribbled a hasty phone number, paper clips, envelopes, postcards, administrative correspondence, pieces of invoice, photo films ... and that was the gist of the content. But there was a cardboard folder in which she had meticulously collected clippings of women's magazines. Like all items in this release, they offered practical advice to improve his personal life and feel better about yourself, praising the merits of passing a few products.
Titles evoked uninhibited enjoyment of the liberated woman of the oppressive yoke of man, who knows how to use with dexterity and domination of her charms, fully exercising his sexual power, and use of men in need, which was a fair compensation for thousands of years of oppression that are macho had just been released. Sexual superiority of women was fully recognized, since no fewer than four different organs procured him the pleasure, and women's magazines with an assumed superiority found this ribald insolence. We showed
creatures flat stomach (although the navel of the girlfriend of Jean-Claude was coated beads of fat, even though discrete and charming, do not disqualified under the eyes of a fashion photographer) fully blooming in the fullness of their bodies, like beautiful Fruit of August, and whose white teeth and expressed a haughty look I do not know what superhuman. The articles we explained how the lives of women was great because "summer sex will or will not," and "nothing like a little pussy for a pleasant holiday." Moreover, "know spice your love life by libertine adventures," "infidelity: a new lifestyle," and "test: are you a tease? . Meanwhile, the threesome is spreading like wildfire, so much so that talking about a phenomenon company, and have two men was the key to happiness. And why deny a muscular hunk on a beach, on the pretext that the children were staying at six hundred meters in the Marina stepmother?
There were those who wanted "a baby but no husband," other "two men but no children, those who said" abortion is more comfortable than the pill, those who preferred " change man of business, those who put to the test concubinage and marriage, and of course the traders, the sado-masochistic, and porn actresses. These, new priestesses of Venus Eryx, to rejoin the city honorable mothers, faithful to their spouses and their children dedicated to excellent seamstresses, for licentiousness if provocative spiced spare time for lawyers business and marketing director, he was a dirty grind for sex workers, and even sacred whores film X, who practiced with fervor, were quite happy when they had served their time.
And all these women, shown as examples in articles that girlfriend of Jean-Claude had carefully Verdot cut, were entirely happy, because those who could not be had benefited from the services of a psychologist or benefited from the advice of women's magazines.
women's magazines had ended the archaic conception that the woman had to hold his rank, his behaviors are prohibited, and especially the idea that she had to devote his family, a concept repugnant if is the mother of all domestic abuse. Yes, the reactionary idea that it is through others (comfort and safety of children, social status of husband) the woman is truly happy, which infected the ancestors Petainists pages of these magazines, they had completely eradicated. And nobody wanted to know what the baby faced by the lawyer who spent sixty hours a week with his nanny, or father scrapped because his wife had "fallen for a guy on the beach, or partners one who wanted two men but no baby (but they only had a brain?), much less of course the contributor of semen or her daughter who had "a baby but no husband." The only thing that mattered was to prove week after week, that balance personal and sexual satisfaction of women take precedence over everything else. And, in case some still doubt, he had to repeat week after week, and track gender bias by exhibiting every week some new taboo shelved by the choice of an admirable woman freed.
There were also pink cardboard and plastic with a very naughty Club 69, slipped between two pages of a magazine. Jean-Claude
Verdot should welcome the interest of his girlfriend for licentiousness advocated by women's magazines, because their loyalty was transient, involuntary and suspicious. But instead of rejoicing, on his discoveries plunged into disarray.
First, it was from all these magazines an vulgar little relished by the representatives of the cultural elite. It confirmed the unpleasant impression on Jean-Claude by the impatience of his girlfriend at TNC. Was she not, in short, an ordinary teen of Prisunic, and had he not been deceived by his humanitarian activism and feminist readings produced scattered and superficial? Weeklies of the left, far more respectable than the tabloids that she was reading, regularly preached sexual freedom, based on scientific studies and advice from senior academics. Jean-Claude would not have felt such a discomfort if the emancipation of her vaginal girlfriend was catalyzed by the substantive articles of the Observer Parisien, rather than the banter and garish pictures of Marie-Sheryl and Woman Attitude .
Second, she had been careful to give him his adventures. Their relationship was based on a lie it? Regarded it as a conventional type, jealous, possessive, a greybeard Molieresque before age? It seemed inconceivable, but had she not treated repeatedly "stuck"? Two years earlier, she had wanted him to change his hairstyle and made the bike. She had driven in vain in nightclubs, places where you filthy wore sequins and where we fidgeted at the rate of Love Fever and Coin-Coin-Coin-Coin , basements light greenish and smells of gin fizz, with a festive atmosphere of the Sun at the campsite Chatelaillon beach ball or firefighter in a suburb of Bar-sur-Aube. After these incidents during which he had shown a male spirit of resistance, refusing to ride a motorcycle, barter her hair dull cons cut rock'n'roll, and put your feet Star Club and Village Dance , which would have irreparably damaged his career if any messenger of the department were surprised they had crossed a few weeks of mutual contempt, for which he had not dared to say that he lived with a little idiot commuter nor that she paratageait layer an asshole snob and stuck to the rue Saint-Guillaume.
And it was the memory of these episodes who gave him the key: it was not fact she slept with other men she was hiding, but the identity of these men, most likely, cretins who slicked the djerkaient Star Club and embarked on their hoes of Kawasaki; horrible rednecks who talked of football and car prices people with whom she drank pernod handsomely to sneer and denigrate the contemporary avant-garde, he is heard almost mock the "masturbation", and "taken the head, spit up their mediocrity on the" culture "boring" and "blowing" ... He realized he
rambling. There was no reason for it fréquentât such types without telling her, and even none of the papers found in his closet was no evidence any extramarital concubinale. Why would it be stubborn in a double life, a partnership false, then it did not derive any material benefit from his cohabitation with Jean-Claude, they shared the costs of strictly equal manner?
Thirdly, and this was the most painful event, what he took for great orgasms was perhaps to her than going back and forth viscous and monotonous, and its external manifestations of pleasure a fuss to get it earlier. She quietly sought the satisfaction of the senses from any male raised in boxes like the one he had found the box, and stayed with him through inertia, conformity and idleness.
was an idea quite intolerable, she caused him unbearable pain, so much so that his eyes were blurred, his temples throbbed, and a migraine lead him weighed down her head, like a cartridge of buckshot lodged in the lobes of his brain. The idea was very probably wrong, because she had never complained and nothing mattered more in the eyes of Jean-Claude Verdot that the fullness of sexual partners (the Parisian Observer does he not joined Marie-Sheryl to assert that man was created to lead the woman to orgasm?). He did not hesitate to put the time needed, using all sorts of stimuli and sometimes drugs, not hesitating to adopt positions more complex risking her health. Orgasms very suitable to his girlfriend were not a comedy, but the result of his commendable efforts obstinate. These considerations did not prevent this misconception to torture as well as if she were real.
Especially that sexuality was another aspect, the desire . There, Jean-Claude Verdot should recognize that it was cold and lacked spontaneity. It was always him who initiated the foreplay. It was generally docile, but it was still harassing her a bit to qualify for coitus. Maybe it was a constant of female behavior, although officially it - pure social convention - obeys no law. But maybe, horrible doubt, a woman did not want a man like Jean-Claude Verdot, which was very unfair to him because he considered himself a man model. Perfectly
educated and cultured, and not from any culture, that which was decided in the department and move to France. Do
suffering from any of the flaws of traditional male brutality, drunkenness, boorishness, irresponsibility and bluster. Showing a great enthusiasm
sex, as we said, at the service of women and their orgasms. And not for macho
a penny, respectful of the autonomy of his girlfriend , often leaving him the lead, finally in favor of strict parity both financially and on the sharing of household chores.
Always volunteer to wipe the toilet, change the vacuum bag, stalk crumbs, scraps and sweepings, ironing shirts, mending clothes, rinse the bottom of the trash and get on all fours scrub the floor of the bathroom with a mop under the supervision of his girlfriend . And with all that, she did not want him!
, monogamy - albeit fortuitous as that of Jean-Claude Verdot - betrayed a contemptible instinct of property, unworthy of a young head of mission at the Department of cultures together. Was sacralization entirely inappropriate, even hysterical, flesh, evoking the stained sheets of honeymoons, honor crimes committed with a gun shot, poison rings and other cloistered women, a toy-mythical southern , a nerdy machismo to Prosper Merimee on which everything will be fashionable was to spit with a knowing air. Since sexuality was more than pleased as the others, who, like tennis, could take place between persons of either sex (and it was not the slightest victory against the constructivist philosophy of human nature), since no longer played any role in human reproduction, fortunately guided by considerations of economic viability, social opportunity and public health, the instincts were jealous that the residue of an unhealthy and deadly Darwinian era gone by. For some it was even there some form of dementia, such as eating with his fingers or speak in grunts. It was therefore for quality people to practice openly erotic vagrancy, and to tolerate the antics of their partner, to demonstrate that they were fully eliminated their residue prehistoric they faced and good-naturedly the pooling of mucous intimate partner.
Despite his shyness and the fact that their mutual performance rendered any unnecessary extramarital affair, Jean-Claude Verdot no doubt that one day his girlfriend and her quietly lengthen their sexual charts, which would dispel the image of the repressed that we had him in the ministry - although he suspected it was not any evidence.
He had no doubt that jealousy was totally foreign to him, his girlfriend was not an object but it had to be free, free to wiggle and show her navel free to take his foot with which she wanted, a woman who has finally reclaimed his body and his sexuality, free even to be bored in the first Citizen of the National Theatre.
But after that first riot in which his car was burned, he felt an incomprehensible resentment, and had to admit that the instinct of property was brewing in him, just shaken by the assaults of his social conscience . Certainly, the car was a selfish and contemptible object merchant. None had a question that strikes by public transport - He agreed - and assaults that took place there - an unfortunate consequence of the exclusion. Of course, one could only encourage the youth revolt suburban victims of discrimination. Admittedly, it was because of the disgusting management of the mutual assured officials that, based on the principles of the private sector, which had reimbursed his car a quarter of its value. While the judges were right to condemn not only the young light work of general interest, because we know that the prison nourishes every infamy and that inequality is the only injustice. But Jean-Claude Verdot could turn off the flashing red light at the bottom of his soul, and warned that as the line separating his property from predators had been crossed with impunity, its existence was threatened. He knew that this was an old reflex inherited from millennia of evolution, a special wiring of its neurons, activation of enzymes and hormones that was no longer anything in the new society, but had no way to silence the anguished rage that tied him by the throat and insomnia afflicted punctuated by nightmares.
This same instinct whispered that evil had rights to his girlfriend, and he would have been very unpleasant she sleep with another man. Despite all his shame he could not banish the feeling possessive disgusting. And it was shameful, but without hesitation, that Sunday when she was away for an internship, he opened the closet where she piled her papers - the same closet modular panels of pine he had assembled himself two years ago, using this little bad steel crank still lingered in his tools - in search of clues about intimate adventure that would have been hidden. It was simply absurd, as it was understood that each retained their freedom and they had nothing to hide. But women's intuition of his girlfriend could very well blow him it was better not to provoke the instinctive repugnance property of Jean-Claude.
He did not expect to find anything but sanctimonious irrelevant: Orders and safety sheets forgotten heels of credit card countermarks laundry, notepad where she had scribbled a hasty phone number, paper clips, envelopes, postcards, administrative correspondence, pieces of invoice, photo films ... and that was the gist of the content. But there was a cardboard folder in which she had meticulously collected clippings of women's magazines. Like all items in this release, they offered practical advice to improve his personal life and feel better about yourself, praising the merits of passing a few products.
Titles evoked uninhibited enjoyment of the liberated woman of the oppressive yoke of man, who knows how to use with dexterity and domination of her charms, fully exercising his sexual power, and use of men in need, which was a fair compensation for thousands of years of oppression that are macho had just been released. Sexual superiority of women was fully recognized, since no fewer than four different organs procured him the pleasure, and women's magazines with an assumed superiority found this ribald insolence. We showed
creatures flat stomach (although the navel of the girlfriend of Jean-Claude was coated beads of fat, even though discrete and charming, do not disqualified under the eyes of a fashion photographer) fully blooming in the fullness of their bodies, like beautiful Fruit of August, and whose white teeth and expressed a haughty look I do not know what superhuman. The articles we explained how the lives of women was great because "summer sex will or will not," and "nothing like a little pussy for a pleasant holiday." Moreover, "know spice your love life by libertine adventures," "infidelity: a new lifestyle," and "test: are you a tease? . Meanwhile, the threesome is spreading like wildfire, so much so that talking about a phenomenon company, and have two men was the key to happiness. And why deny a muscular hunk on a beach, on the pretext that the children were staying at six hundred meters in the Marina stepmother?
There were those who wanted "a baby but no husband," other "two men but no children, those who said" abortion is more comfortable than the pill, those who preferred " change man of business, those who put to the test concubinage and marriage, and of course the traders, the sado-masochistic, and porn actresses. These, new priestesses of Venus Eryx, to rejoin the city honorable mothers, faithful to their spouses and their children dedicated to excellent seamstresses, for licentiousness if provocative spiced spare time for lawyers business and marketing director, he was a dirty grind for sex workers, and even sacred whores film X, who practiced with fervor, were quite happy when they had served their time.
And all these women, shown as examples in articles that girlfriend of Jean-Claude had carefully Verdot cut, were entirely happy, because those who could not be had benefited from the services of a psychologist or benefited from the advice of women's magazines.
women's magazines had ended the archaic conception that the woman had to hold his rank, his behaviors are prohibited, and especially the idea that she had to devote his family, a concept repugnant if is the mother of all domestic abuse. Yes, the reactionary idea that it is through others (comfort and safety of children, social status of husband) the woman is truly happy, which infected the ancestors Petainists pages of these magazines, they had completely eradicated. And nobody wanted to know what the baby faced by the lawyer who spent sixty hours a week with his nanny, or father scrapped because his wife had "fallen for a guy on the beach, or partners one who wanted two men but no baby (but they only had a brain?), much less of course the contributor of semen or her daughter who had "a baby but no husband." The only thing that mattered was to prove week after week, that balance personal and sexual satisfaction of women take precedence over everything else. And, in case some still doubt, he had to repeat week after week, and track gender bias by exhibiting every week some new taboo shelved by the choice of an admirable woman freed.
There were also pink cardboard and plastic with a very naughty Club 69, slipped between two pages of a magazine. Jean-Claude
Verdot should welcome the interest of his girlfriend for licentiousness advocated by women's magazines, because their loyalty was transient, involuntary and suspicious. But instead of rejoicing, on his discoveries plunged into disarray.
First, it was from all these magazines an vulgar little relished by the representatives of the cultural elite. It confirmed the unpleasant impression on Jean-Claude by the impatience of his girlfriend at TNC. Was she not, in short, an ordinary teen of Prisunic, and had he not been deceived by his humanitarian activism and feminist readings produced scattered and superficial? Weeklies of the left, far more respectable than the tabloids that she was reading, regularly preached sexual freedom, based on scientific studies and advice from senior academics. Jean-Claude would not have felt such a discomfort if the emancipation of her vaginal girlfriend was catalyzed by the substantive articles of the Observer Parisien, rather than the banter and garish pictures of Marie-Sheryl and Woman Attitude .
Second, she had been careful to give him his adventures. Their relationship was based on a lie it? Regarded it as a conventional type, jealous, possessive, a greybeard Molieresque before age? It seemed inconceivable, but had she not treated repeatedly "stuck"? Two years earlier, she had wanted him to change his hairstyle and made the bike. She had driven in vain in nightclubs, places where you filthy wore sequins and where we fidgeted at the rate of Love Fever and Coin-Coin-Coin-Coin , basements light greenish and smells of gin fizz, with a festive atmosphere of the Sun at the campsite Chatelaillon beach ball or firefighter in a suburb of Bar-sur-Aube. After these incidents during which he had shown a male spirit of resistance, refusing to ride a motorcycle, barter her hair dull cons cut rock'n'roll, and put your feet Star Club and Village Dance , which would have irreparably damaged his career if any messenger of the department were surprised they had crossed a few weeks of mutual contempt, for which he had not dared to say that he lived with a little idiot commuter nor that she paratageait layer an asshole snob and stuck to the rue Saint-Guillaume.
And it was the memory of these episodes who gave him the key: it was not fact she slept with other men she was hiding, but the identity of these men, most likely, cretins who slicked the djerkaient Star Club and embarked on their hoes of Kawasaki; horrible rednecks who talked of football and car prices people with whom she drank pernod handsomely to sneer and denigrate the contemporary avant-garde, he is heard almost mock the "masturbation", and "taken the head, spit up their mediocrity on the" culture "boring" and "blowing" ... He realized he
rambling. There was no reason for it fréquentât such types without telling her, and even none of the papers found in his closet was no evidence any extramarital concubinale. Why would it be stubborn in a double life, a partnership false, then it did not derive any material benefit from his cohabitation with Jean-Claude, they shared the costs of strictly equal manner?
Thirdly, and this was the most painful event, what he took for great orgasms was perhaps to her than going back and forth viscous and monotonous, and its external manifestations of pleasure a fuss to get it earlier. She quietly sought the satisfaction of the senses from any male raised in boxes like the one he had found the box, and stayed with him through inertia, conformity and idleness.
was an idea quite intolerable, she caused him unbearable pain, so much so that his eyes were blurred, his temples throbbed, and a migraine lead him weighed down her head, like a cartridge of buckshot lodged in the lobes of his brain. The idea was very probably wrong, because she had never complained and nothing mattered more in the eyes of Jean-Claude Verdot that the fullness of sexual partners (the Parisian Observer does he not joined Marie-Sheryl to assert that man was created to lead the woman to orgasm?). He did not hesitate to put the time needed, using all sorts of stimuli and sometimes drugs, not hesitating to adopt positions more complex risking her health. Orgasms very suitable to his girlfriend were not a comedy, but the result of his commendable efforts obstinate. These considerations did not prevent this misconception to torture as well as if she were real.
Especially that sexuality was another aspect, the desire . There, Jean-Claude Verdot should recognize that it was cold and lacked spontaneity. It was always him who initiated the foreplay. It was generally docile, but it was still harassing her a bit to qualify for coitus. Maybe it was a constant of female behavior, although officially it - pure social convention - obeys no law. But maybe, horrible doubt, a woman did not want a man like Jean-Claude Verdot, which was very unfair to him because he considered himself a man model. Perfectly
educated and cultured, and not from any culture, that which was decided in the department and move to France. Do
suffering from any of the flaws of traditional male brutality, drunkenness, boorishness, irresponsibility and bluster. Showing a great enthusiasm
sex, as we said, at the service of women and their orgasms. And not for macho
a penny, respectful of the autonomy of his girlfriend , often leaving him the lead, finally in favor of strict parity both financially and on the sharing of household chores.
Always volunteer to wipe the toilet, change the vacuum bag, stalk crumbs, scraps and sweepings, ironing shirts, mending clothes, rinse the bottom of the trash and get on all fours scrub the floor of the bathroom with a mop under the supervision of his girlfriend . And with all that, she did not want him!
He carefully sorted garbage as directed his girlfriend . There were five tanks that occupied half the surface of the kitchen. Received the blue glass, which according to the new regulations should be cleaned from impurities (labels, capsules, sugar residues in soft drinks or spirits, dead insects, spider webs) - and Jean-Claude Verdot cleaned carefully every pot, every bottle, before filing them. The yolk contained plastic packaging, which must be disposed of in the same state of cleanliness as glass. Welcomed the green paper and cartons, and - consequently membership of Jean-Claude Verdot to the bourgeoisie and secular intellectual fonctionnariale - he was filling faster than others. In an ideal world it would have been greater, but the authorities had calibrated the size of each bin from a French-type whose daily production of each category of junk equaled the national average. There was no French-type, and French had to fight against each filling its asynchronous garbage bins, and yet the method of French-type was probably the most rational way to democratically manage the size of garbage cans, and the concept of French-type was not without beauty, she exhaled a fragrance of old-fashioned clean slate revolutionary, youthful enthusiasm for the metric system, and feverish quest of perfect proportions. In the blue bin piled scrap: capsule, scouring pads scoured the dishes, glasses frames broken, and cans of soda. Parliament had spared the task of cleaning household waste, because public opinion was not yet ripe. But the Department of Collective Health and the Department of Attention to the environment were about to launch an advertising campaign to encourage people to conduct citizen's content blue bins. Tray Black - black as the plight of Third World - contains unnecessary and unworthy objects that lacked both the poor countries of Africa. There was a jumble of tubes of lipstick advertising, toiletry airlines, videotapes sold with regular, old packets of noodles that would not leave for vacation, threadbare shirts sleeves, tights Yarn ...: A bunch heterogeneous, variegated like a pop-collage art of the sixties. Solidarity associations were responsible for collecting these objects and send them (with financial support from the state) to the needy of the planet. But traitors took advantage of what the black bins hosted various objects to throw unusable waste they should have been sorted, cleaned and leave the other boxes. The humanitarian community demanded strict controls and penalties copies.
It fell to Jean-Claude Verdot file each of these five categories of trash in proper bins that the city fathers had placed on the sidewalk. The enthusiasm of the population for the sorting of waste had exceeded the forecast, and it was not uncommon that one of these bins was full. In this case, Jean-Claude Verdot, with a cynicism touching, carrying her trash to another dumpster same color, which was sometimes several hundred meters. But he was proud to spare no efforts to this new challenge that was the sort of garbage.
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