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At Christmas I no more desire than I would like pink snow in spring. I love each season for what it brings.

Thursday, December 23, I go to university and join Aurélie Eleonore: We must retrieve the car that will take us into the Laurentians (Montreal after a detour to retrieve the rest of the gang) for a few days. In our business, our ice skates, things to keep warm, and some sweets to eat foie gras, duck breast, and Cantal is the game. It is Christmas Eve though, that either France or not! I take the wheel to Montreal, where I'm caught right in the pile: more fear than harm, two three cracks in the bumper, but especially my first accident! We arrived at Catherine, who bought a million Virginia with supplies. We will start with three great days, but our 5 bellies are among the hardest to please. Everything in the car, our fully equipped, four girls and a boy, agrees on the road to Val David, where a beautiful cottage near a lake ahead. Very comfortable, the cabin: a family room with fireplace, and we plan to build a fire on the evening of 25. Two large bedrooms, two bathrooms, a terrace, but also, more importantly, a Jacuzzi and a sauna. Neither one nor two, after s asking the important things in the fridge, we all jump in the jacuzzi. Although small, for five of us, but we laugh, we enjoy this holiday beginning well. It empties water in the face, our face is smeared with moss, and Eleanor and I take the time to go to the sauna. Quench these things! Dinner, a glass of Coke in hand, people laughing, and it looks forward to the next evening.


After a relaxing night, we get quiet ment and have lunch buffet-style meal of brown c h e t taste: it Byzantium! We undertake in the future a great walk on a footpath in the village. Beside us, rinks, hockey players and people are busy in their preparations for Christmas, which is pl us very far. We go along, and now go along a beautiful river. This water energy is communicated with Catherine and Eleanor, who drew me Aquent one after the other in me throwing snow. Of course, I win the battle, and behold the face reddened by the cold snow, I joyfully spread their cheeks! Aurélie Virginia and monitor children n e are, it seems simple stuff. It makes a great sun, trees grow green in the whiteness of winter in Quebec, and we laugh in the snow.


The evening is Christmas Eve. Smoked duck breast cooked quail legs, foie gras, and bredele Gewurtz ahead. They will wait much longer: we take our time in the Jacuzzi. At 21h, we are dressed, and a glass of bubbly in hand. We do not eat more: drive Simone! Direction: the church of St. Agatha, where Midnight Mass begins ... to 22 hours! For festive spirit, we enter the church. These are not the prayers that interest us, but the songs, the organist, the choir who sing the Gloria behind us this sermon of the priest, who invites us to love. In our hearts, it is hot, and it's not a song. The grace of Christmas touches us, one at a , and returning to our cottage, each sharing his emotion, great, great. But it's time to eat everything else. Before dessert, we open our gifts. Everyone should offer a person something, to have a present under the tree (here, this will of v ant the chimney). Catherine, in charge of my gift, offered me a beautiful calendar of Cuba to prepare for our journey. As for me, after donating a CD of Justin Bieber (a joke), I offer my Eleanor a pendant with a maple leaf at the end. Beauty is touched, tears come to his eyes. This issues in a sweetness worthy of the best Christmas Eve. I blow on the last candle lit.

A Dec. 25 under the snow, few people can claim to live it. Me, I did! As before, we brunchons, chocolate, fried eggs, bacon, and go! Catherine, Eleanor, Aurélie and I will travel to the ski resort of Mont Blanc (...) for skiing! Virginia did not like, she prefers to remain at the house waiting for us. So we head to 4, well covered, to get off at full speed some fine ski slopes. A fixed-halfI ournée and equipment later, we're off to conquer the mountain! Of the band, I'm the only one able to ski since I was young: Catherine Aurelie and follow me well, having made sometimes in the past. For Eleanor, it is the baptism of fire! We try to teach us three of her advice and, persevering, the friend is doing well, including the planting stick, the leg movement. After three hours of raids more or less slow, Catherine and I are launching on beefy red, light-footed. Fast, we go down the slopes in less time than it takes to say "abracadabra". In the end, and Aurélie Eleonore ahead, happy from this experience: we skied at a December 25 Quebec!

On returning, we have a nice surprise on the table: a fifty pancakes made by Virginia during our absence. Our four hours of skiing gave us hungry, we devour in a short time that taste of fortune. To return once again in our Jacuzzi, for the last time. Aurélie Eleonore and remain there three hours, while the rest of us sing, read, stroll. The last meal, light the fireplace, I feed daily. We told each in turn we spent some fantastic days. A little game Time's Up! And some music to listen, we're at 1 o'clock in the morning. Tomorrow it will start, winning our homes. For Virginia, it is mainly the time to return to France in two days.

The next day, after yet another brunch, a storage of the cottage, we take off and we go into a charming village in the Laurentians, to discover its essential Christmas shop. No right to photograph, unfortunately, but it was a must see! Then, before heading back, hot chocolate and waffles are needed in a chocolate factory. Gain strength, enjoy the last moments together, and again how this Christmas was the most beautiful of all those experienced before.

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At Christmas I no more desire than I would like pink snow in spring. I love each season for what it brings.

Thursday, December 23, I go to university and join Aurélie Eleonore: We must retrieve the car that will take us into the Laurentians (Montreal after a detour to retrieve the rest of the gang) for a few days. In our business, our ice skates, things to keep warm, and some sweets to eat foie gras, duck breast, and Cantal is the game. It is Christmas Eve though, that either France or not! I take the wheel to Montreal, where I'm caught right in the pile: more fear than harm, two three cracks in the bumper, but especially my first accident! We arrived at Catherine, who bought a million Virginia with supplies. We will start with three great days, but our 5 bellies are among the hardest to please. Everything in the car, our fully equipped, four girls and a boy, agrees on the road to Val David, where a beautiful cottage near a lake ahead. Very comfortable, the cabin: a family room with fireplace, and we plan to build a fire on the evening of 25. Two large bedrooms, two bathrooms, a terrace, but also, more importantly, a Jacuzzi and a sauna. Neither one nor two, after s asking the important things in the fridge, we all jump in the jacuzzi. Although small, for five of us, but we laugh, we enjoy this holiday beginning well. It empties water in the face, our face is smeared with moss, and Eleanor and I take the time to go to the sauna. Quench these things! Dinner, a glass of Coke in hand, people laughing, and it looks forward to the next evening.


After a relaxing night, we get quiet ment and have lunch buffet-style meal of brown c h e t taste: it Byzantium! We undertake in the future a great walk on a footpath in the village. Beside us, rinks, hockey players and people are busy in their preparations for Christmas, which is pl us very far. We go along, and now go along a beautiful river. This water energy is communicated with Catherine and Eleanor, who drew me Aquent one after the other in me throwing snow. Of course, I win the battle, and behold the face reddened by the cold snow, I joyfully spread their cheeks! Aurélie Virginia and monitor children n e are, it seems simple stuff. It makes a great sun, trees grow green in the whiteness of winter in Quebec, and we laugh in the snow.


The evening is Christmas Eve. Smoked duck breast cooked quail legs, foie gras, and bredele Gewurtz ahead. They will wait much longer: we take our time in the Jacuzzi. At 21h, we are dressed, and a glass of bubbly in hand. We do not eat more: drive Simone! Direction: the church of St. Agatha, where Midnight Mass begins ... to 22 hours! For festive spirit, we enter the church. These are not the prayers that interest us, but the songs, the organist, the choir who sing the Gloria behind us this sermon of the priest, who invites us to love. In our hearts, it is hot, and it's not a song. The grace of Christmas touches us, one at a , and returning to our cottage, each sharing his emotion, great, great. But it's time to eat everything else. Before dessert, we open our gifts. Everyone should offer a person something, to have a present under the tree (here, this will of v ant the chimney). Catherine, in charge of my gift, offered me a beautiful calendar of Cuba to prepare for our journey. As for me, after donating a CD of Justin Bieber (a joke), I offer my Eleanor a pendant with a maple leaf at the end. Beauty is touched, tears come to his eyes. This issues in a sweetness worthy of the best Christmas Eve. I blow on the last candle lit.

A Dec. 25 under the snow, few people can claim to live it. Me, I did! As before, we brunchons, chocolate, fried eggs, bacon, and go! Catherine, Eleanor, Aurélie and I will travel to the ski resort of Mont Blanc (...) for skiing! Virginia did not like, she prefers to remain at the house waiting for us. So we head to 4, well covered, to get off at full speed some fine ski slopes. A fixed-halfI ournée and equipment later, we're off to conquer the mountain! Of the band, I'm the only one able to ski since I was young: Catherine Aurelie and follow me well, having made sometimes in the past. For Eleanor, it is the baptism of fire! We try to teach us three of her advice and, persevering, the friend is doing well, including the planting stick, the leg movement. After three hours of raids more or less slow, Catherine and I are launching on beefy red, light-footed. Fast, we go down the slopes in less time than it takes to say "abracadabra". In the end, and Aurélie Eleonore ahead, happy from this experience: we skied at a December 25 Quebec!

On returning, we have a nice surprise on the table: a fifty pancakes made by Virginia during our absence. Our four hours of skiing gave us hungry, we devour in a short time that taste of fortune. To return once again in our Jacuzzi, for the last time. Aurélie Eleonore and remain there three hours, while the rest of us sing, read, stroll. The last meal, light the fireplace, I feed daily. We told each in turn we spent some fantastic days. A little game Time's Up! And some music to listen, we're at 1 o'clock in the morning. Tomorrow it will start, winning our homes. For Virginia, it is mainly the time to return to France in two days.

The next day, after yet another brunch, a storage of the cottage, we take off and we go into a charming village in the Laurentians, to discover its essential Christmas shop. No right to photograph, unfortunately, but it was a must see! Then, before heading back, hot chocolate and waffles are needed in a chocolate factory. Gain strength, enjoy the last moments together, and again how this Christmas was the most beautiful of all those experienced before.

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If we spent the whole year on holiday fun that would be too exhausting work.

An ultra painful end last week for my nerves on edge. The dark circles deepened, the sleep late, I returned to Ottawa in apprehending cruelly coming days. Two cases of 20 pages each waiting me, besides the oral Wednesday with Chantal S. and review of literature of Quebec. All good things. I nemarcherai at the Mokka Venti Starbuck's, became my second home, and my only place of sociability (besides some extras ...).

The Step One: Wednesday 15 December. Oral Disappointing Flesh, a novel which I am desperately attached during the past two months. It did however seem like much, the first time I touched the pages of this work, last September. And now ... My few days in Ottawa have been a bad idea for the work: I have absolutely not concentrate, and he remains, in my return to Quebec, 24 hours to prepare an oral frightens me. I tried two three plans and beginnings of an explanation, until the fury (and I mean it) takes me around midnight. I dropped my computer on which I work, crazy in the air all that is on the desktop, and arm myself with the novel, a few sheets and a pen. I drop the computer, hoping that any god help me with the manuscript and inspiration. Some pots of tea later, around 3:00, I fall asleep. The morning at Starbuck's, I refine the thing. 13 hours, I go to university.

Chantal S. waiting in his office, we're both. Reminds me of the Kohll, in preparation. I put my cards, my book, trying to take my ease. "Go ahead, I'm listening." Go! 20 minutes pass, and I ended with my opening. Three reactions Chantal S. that I had not foreseen: 1) she applauds 2) it gives me a resounding "Excellent, congratulations !"... 3) immediately told me that she will do everything so that my study is published in a literary magazine! I can not believe it, and the next half hour, while we debate about the novel, I'm on a cloud. Tired, but proud. Remains to the folder "promising" according to Professor. And after our publications, who knows!


Trial of the day on Quebec literature is the only exam table I have this semester. For once, having had two A's in my essay, I launched into a simple replay my class (very rare, so I was bored in class!). The test lasts three hours, I do rest a little time, time to answer what I know, and do both general reflection questions (subjects idot!). I go, without a single ounce of remorse. I have other things to think about.

My weekend: two stages. The study and drafting of the two records Flesh and Disappointing Cross because, yes, I did not finish with that old newspaper. Entertainment, a dance workshop and Québec trad a late night at Anne-Marie, my teacher. In fact, has given Anma three courses this semester, but we have, by dint of several meals and drinking bouts, acquaintance. Meanwhile, a small Skype at 7:30 am, while I am still unpacked from the day before my grandparents were my mother, I want to see the cam. My Sunday is a long marathon against time, and I can not conclude at 3:30 records, and the next morning, got up early to proofread and correct errors. I get out of college, at 15h: I'm on vacation. Deep breathing. Twenty days of graceful sensuality and laziness are waiting for me!

Monday evening with Jean-Michel and Marc-Olivier, we walk in Quebec illuminated. A stop by the Pig crazy, where everyone enjoys a pastry and a beverage. For my part, a double chocolate cake and a red beer satiate me, between two ironies of my companions. Walk, their feet crunching in the snow, clear skies, and lights on the old port.





Thursday is the start to the Mont-Tremblant. Three days away from Quebec, celebrate Christmas with friends, good food, champagne, and walk in the snowy heights. Leave it all behind me Cross , Aurélien Boivin and tutti quanti! Flesh Disappointing went back to BU, its dusty shelf, but already I have desire to include Jovette Bernier in my memory. Something tells me I have not yet finished with this novel. But now, to hell with the required reading: I give myself a break bookstore desired. Some parts of Normand Chaurette, and the Bengali novel Devdas to escape the snow and find some Indian feel.

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If we spent the whole year on holiday fun that would be too exhausting work.

An ultra painful end last week for my nerves on edge. The dark circles deepened, the sleep late, I returned to Ottawa in apprehending cruelly coming days. Two cases of 20 pages each waiting me, besides the oral Wednesday with Chantal S. and review of literature of Quebec. All good things. I nemarcherai at the Mokka Venti Starbuck's, became my second home, and my only place of sociability (besides some extras ...).

The Step One: Wednesday 15 December. Oral Disappointing Flesh, a novel which I am desperately attached during the past two months. It did however seem like much, the first time I touched the pages of this work, last September. And now ... My few days in Ottawa have been a bad idea for the work: I have absolutely not concentrate, and he remains, in my return to Quebec, 24 hours to prepare an oral frightens me. I tried two three plans and beginnings of an explanation, until the fury (and I mean it) takes me around midnight. I dropped my computer on which I work, crazy in the air all that is on the desktop, and arm myself with the novel, a few sheets and a pen. I drop the computer, hoping that any god help me with the manuscript and inspiration. Some pots of tea later, around 3:00, I fall asleep. The morning at Starbuck's, I refine the thing. 13 hours, I go to university.

Chantal S. waiting in his office, we're both. Reminds me of the Kohll, in preparation. I put my cards, my book, trying to take my ease. "Go ahead, I'm listening." Go! 20 minutes pass, and I ended with my opening. Three reactions Chantal S. that I had not foreseen: 1) she applauds 2) it gives me a resounding "Excellent, congratulations !"... 3) immediately told me that she will do everything so that my study is published in a literary magazine! I can not believe it, and the next half hour, while we debate about the novel, I'm on a cloud. Tired, but proud. Remains to the folder "promising" according to Professor. And after our publications, who knows!


Trial of the day on Quebec literature is the only exam table I have this semester. For once, having had two A's in my essay, I launched into a simple replay my class (very rare, so I was bored in class!). The test lasts three hours, I do rest a little time, time to answer what I know, and do both general reflection questions (subjects idot!). I go, without a single ounce of remorse. I have other things to think about.

My weekend: two stages. The study and drafting of the two records Flesh and Disappointing Cross because, yes, I did not finish with that old newspaper. Entertainment, a dance workshop and Québec trad a late night at Anne-Marie, my teacher. In fact, has given Anma three courses this semester, but we have, by dint of several meals and drinking bouts, acquaintance. Meanwhile, a small Skype at 7:30 am, while I am still unpacked from the day before my grandparents were my mother, I want to see the cam. My Sunday is a long marathon against time, and I can not conclude at 3:30 records, and the next morning, got up early to proofread and correct errors. I get out of college, at 15h: I'm on vacation. Deep breathing. Twenty days of graceful sensuality and laziness are waiting for me!

Monday evening with Jean-Michel and Marc-Olivier, we walk in Quebec illuminated. A stop by the Pig crazy, where everyone enjoys a pastry and a beverage. For my part, a double chocolate cake and a red beer satiate me, between two ironies of my companions. Walk, their feet crunching in the snow, clear skies, and lights on the old port.





Thursday is the start to the Mont-Tremblant. Three days away from Quebec, celebrate Christmas with friends, good food, champagne, and walk in the snowy heights. Leave it all behind me Cross , Aurélien Boivin and tutti quanti! Flesh Disappointing went back to BU, its dusty shelf, but already I have desire to include Jovette Bernier in my memory. Something tells me I have not yet finished with this novel. But now, to hell with the required reading: I give myself a break bookstore desired. Some parts of Normand Chaurette, and the Bengali novel Devdas to escape the snow and find some Indian feel.

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Article 61 bis of the Penal Code and the freedom of expression. What confusion?

Parts whose designs are no longer an open secret, continue to cultivate confusion about the amendment of article 61 bis of the Penal Code, freedom of expression and defense of human man. Since calling for a boycott of tourism in Tunisia is to address the sources of income for much of the Tunisian population. And this has nothing to do with freedom of expression. Call for boycott of tourism in Tunisia is depriving young girls who worked night and day to produce a carpet and sell it to feed a disabled father, a mother aged and younger siblings without resources. And this has nothing to do with the defense of human rights. The camel

of Zaafrane or Douz, the potters of Jerba, Nabeul ceramists who live mainly from tourism, divers of Zarzis who sell their sponges to tourists, the reefs of Tabarka who sell their wares to tourists ... can not no way identify with the concept of freedom of expression professed by Kamel Jendoubi Khemais Chammari, Radia Nasraoui. That is to say all those who apply for charity food before the doors of the European Parliament in Brussels or Strasbourg.

Then, the Tunisian government has the duty to protect the livelihoods of its people against those who are defenders of human rights and who simply do not have more right or less right as other citizens .

But beyond the cynical and opportunistic Jendoubi Kamel and his friends, probably due to an ideological identity crisis of the far left, it is perhaps time that the democratic opposition and human rights Rights define and adopt a code of conduct the nature of international support ethically acceptable and which would be reprehensible, especially since we see more and more "activists" seek support from abroad.

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Article 61 bis of the Penal Code and the freedom of expression. What confusion?

Parts whose designs are no longer an open secret, continue to cultivate confusion about the amendment of article 61 bis of the Penal Code, freedom of expression and defense of human man. Since calling for a boycott of tourism in Tunisia is to address the sources of income for much of the Tunisian population. And this has nothing to do with freedom of expression. Call for boycott of tourism in Tunisia is depriving young girls who worked night and day to produce a carpet and sell it to feed a disabled father, a mother aged and younger siblings without resources. And this has nothing to do with the defense of human rights. The camel

of Zaafrane or Douz, the potters of Jerba, Nabeul ceramists who live mainly from tourism, divers of Zarzis who sell their sponges to tourists, the reefs of Tabarka who sell their wares to tourists ... can not no way identify with the concept of freedom of expression professed by Kamel Jendoubi Khemais Chammari, Radia Nasraoui. That is to say all those who apply for charity food before the doors of the European Parliament in Brussels or Strasbourg.

Then, the Tunisian government has the duty to protect the livelihoods of its people against those who are defenders of human rights and who simply do not have more right or less right as other citizens .

But beyond the cynical and opportunistic Jendoubi Kamel and his friends, probably due to an ideological identity crisis of the far left, it is perhaps time that the democratic opposition and human rights Rights define and adopt a code of conduct the nature of international support ethically acceptable and which would be reprehensible, especially since we see more and more "activists" seek support from abroad.

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Saturday morning. Intense hangover. Headache, a Doliprane, shower, anything that would allow me to me recover. I make my bag quickly, and take the bus line in the direction of Charlesbourg. There, I have an hour to wait for Michael, which lead me to my carpool Ottawa. I enjoy brunch at Mike's for a hearty meal, eggs, toast, beans, and coffee will. 11am, my driver are t happened en route. 5 hours in the car!

We arrived around 16h 15 in Ottawa, Ontario. Here, the panels can not be read more in French, but English. Through the window I look , in light of declining day, basically ugly buildings the city. Michael drops me off at King Street E ward, I have to walk a quarter of an hour to arrive at Caroline, who was waiting for me so uper. Yes, here, 17 hours, it's time for dinner at Q uebec as in Ontario. My prestigious hostess has prepared me a delicious meal, we talk, then join Nicholas Street: Caro gives me a night tour in the old city jail. For an hour, we walk in "gaol", see the gallows, the tiny cells that then 50 years ago, greeted the prisoners and even sentenced to death. After this little walk in the prison, we'll have a drink cosmo (I also discover this fabulous cocktail Carolina) on one of the arteries of the city cool in the evening.
From Ottawa, few things to remember: apart from the welcome Caroline, our discussions and ravings, I retain the Museum of Arts and Parliament. Ottawa is the capital of Canada, and yet it did nothing very pretty. The urban poor, few places for pedestrians. It does not gigantic and modern and cosmopolitan Montreal and nothing to do with the authentic charm and warmth that Quebec. Actually, I was under no illusions about the city, after the many testimonies received. But it was to see for themselves.

Two nice surprises nevertheless least, the federal Parliament and the Museum of Arts.

Parliament, unlike that of Quebec, built i read in a classical style cal seen French and r evu (p o we French), is inspired by everything nineteenth neo-gothic style. The exterior appearance is impressive, and inside, it feels like to Hogwarts! Warheads, columns, a special atmosphere in this place where we are forbidden on many occasions to go through it or through it. We got into the clock tower, something prohibited in Quebec, and admire a 360 ° on Ottawa and the Ottawa River. On the other side of the river, Gatineau and Quebec. You can see the roof if the particular library of Parliament. The tour continues , we enter the House of Sen. at, the halls are taking straight out of a fantastic roma No, we Ecstasy in the library.




modern architecture and one of the few "Moms" from Louise Bourgeois awaits us at the Museum of Arts. Inside, a fine collection of contemporary until the sixteenth century. But some favorites, mostly. It a guitarist who, in a room, made from o Oeuvre we see. These are serene atrium, where red flower petals, or where water flows so calm. These are the corridors, the stairs where one believes in Metropolis.
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I remaining three days to Ottawa time to discover ir the capital, but more importantly to enjoy Carolina. His friends sometimes join us, Jonas First, already met in Sherbrooke, a funny guy and very nice, then Charles, a young boy in a wheelchair, and whose dog Echo amuses us at length. I should work, but there is always a distraction, a discussion with my Viennese Ottawa. Before taking me back a carpool nt in Quebec, we enjoy a hearty brunch at Cora's. I leave and say goodbye once again to Caroline, I see again in a month to Qu ebec.