in Tunis is the time of ocelots, while those who want everything is changing, subtly, all restored, to ensure that the wondrous scandal of an Arab people, the first, which forced to flee the tyrant is a matter of old, the "Benali" without Ben Ali. There is always a past regime, a past government, a past administration which is attributed omissions and wickedness, having led the tyrant confident of being able to take off without leaving dents and with the power intact.
They work quickly, they know they have a long time, now that the fantasy of this poor nation has galled vented it will be difficult to go back. It's a race that is played in 24, maybe 48 hours. The ocelots decades of Tunisian, the ras, the notables, businessmen, the big bourgeoisie of the sated against the great wave that has risen from the road. It is both fascinating and outstanding: the history of Tunisia, which is new, it vibrates, runs in front of us as the river of Heraclitus. But time is winding and tortuous and ambiguous reversibility, blackmail and ransom.
inevitable in a country that for 23 years does not know anything but a smooth and corrupting system. For boys who went on the road all that comes before this fateful month and before the flood, is something else. But those who still command and choose the future belong to before the flood. And the depth of the kind often can not be surpassed. As the opposition parties should join the transitional government and hold free elections within 60 days, they were, they, on the payroll of the regime, fattened with seats salaries and careers.
But there are others, the real opponents out, haggard, dazed, from exile and prison, they have offices, means, are unfamiliar faces. Except maybe Rached Ghannouchi, leader of the Islamic Party, moderate, Ennahda, outlawed since 1991, who said he was ready to return home from exile in Paris and the formation of a government of national unity. Two images are simple, with the caveat that this is a reality where even 'good' and 'bad' mix and mingle. The first
. The portraits of Ben Ali, hand on heart, smile arrogant seducer, towering yet everywhere in the streets of the capital, guarded by tanks of the state of emergency. Freak? Forgotten? No, it is proof that nothing is decided, that no one abolished even though there is now a new president, Fouad Mebazaâ old Bourguiba, or through the eyes of that age then, is pure gold. And they say the man is shy and severe rotting of life even in the past. Since the portraits will be there, Benali will not be deleted.
power in the Maghreb is above all a face. To abolish the documents are not enough, you have to humiliate iconology, shot, gross of stones, paint, chisel or at least should pale in trivia, in the taverns, in the classroom. As was done for Mussolini and Ceausescu, Siad Barre and Papa Doc This revolution has its martyrs, but does not have a iconic image, which is the center, the locus of its existence, which tell the story.
is suspended in space. His men, then, I'm here, those who have something to lose with the new, and that is something, with Benali, to gain. Praetorians are not unbreakable, yes, but mob business, the clan of the many genres in-laws brothers customers. That would not give up even a minute wheeling and dealing, he took the bribe on university examinations, the granting of a taxi license. Know they will make what you are wrapped up their pockets and that is still there, hidden.
sow them, chaos, the banks are the most discreet and smart ocelots. Last night, for example, teams of masked out of nowhere, undisturbed, went on the attack of shops and supermarkets. Yesterday morning, at the north of Tunis, where a large commercial center of the Géant brand, local residents dragged out of the inputs gutted what was left on the shelves, residual pitoccanti looters plundering the privileged than others. More hooded set fire to the station in Piazza Barcelona.
a professional job. Other teams have discouraged madman buildings and homes, knocking threatening kidnapping. Yesterday morning a man came out of the Commissioner of Medina, and whining an unanswered question: "Where is my son?", stolen in the night. The 'hooligans' mysterious journey comfortably on pick-up brand-new, all of a Korean brand which is exclusive dealer a son of Ben Ali.
tales passed from mouth to mouth in this time between past and future, feed on details, crystallize, swell and leafless. They say that the assailants were led by police, those troublemakers, those who were guilty of brutality and torture, at once gratifying and worth a medal and maybe tomorrow processes and jail: opened jails enlisted evaded the 'legitimate' for the dirty work. Evasion in a case of mass that turned into a slaughterhouse.
in 57 deaths among the prisoners of Mahdia, 30 km from Monastir, after the fire that allowed the escape. That's why people still waiting before taking sides. Why has a Proustian memory, so to speak of the recent past. He saw on television the prime minister, Ghannoiui, twenty years alongside Ben Ali, butler obediently at his side and another side note, Kallela, former interior minister, her arms still dipped up to the elbow in the repression. Announced, they, unperturbed, elections, and final departure of Ben Ali.
Intifada Tunisia Then the boys asked themselves: is this change? We scrambled to nothing and against nothing? Yesterday morning in Gafsa Sidi Bouzid Regueb Kasserine, the quadrilateral of the martyrs, are back on the road, and also in Tunis. "Here we are circling, we make fun of - a guy synthesized indifferent to the police and soldiers - we will burn the home of Ben Ali's party, the center of the thieves."
The second image is the cover of a magazine, mirror, synthesis, fusion, so to speak, refining of optimism and hope, wise, not cocky and unprepared. Le quotidien is one of the few hours on sale, the title will of the people triumphs, and so on without breath for nine pages of evidence and the new era of police brutality.
If you tell the editor in chief Kamel Zaiem 'congratulations you have courage, "I replied," No, to be really brave we should have that newspaper published the day before, when nothing had yet changed. " For Zaiem and many others like him today in Tunisia, "optimism is a duty, there will be days and times are difficult, awful, but not return back, people are not afraid." The ocelots are conscious of bubbling lava. The privilege of a revolution is not to allow anyone to decide that it's over.
Article Domenico Quirico's envoy Tunis
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