Americans are not Germans, they are not French, and yet there was not so long ago, the United States, there were only Indians, and to fight against the English, it was necessary to put in front of them, the Germans, French, Italians, Belgians, Spaniards, a melting pot, only found in the United States, as elsewhere in the world, people who live in a country are treated like the country, while the U.S., everyone is entitled to its place according to its origin, so much room for blacks, so much space for Hispanics, as space for english, so much room for the french touch in perfume, in creation, but especially not in politics, where the Americans are stronger, they elect a president, but the rooms are in opposition, it is modernity, but I m 'do not care, I am French, whether Russian, American, Italian, English, all was something human, the body that carries us since we were born, it will leave us when we will die then bE ON WELFARE united're brothers brothers, we recognize that we sin and that we are saved because the greatest mystery of life is birth, this act of faith in the Creator, then we grow into indifference, you just need to eat every day to be happy, but the weight increases, the shoulders fall, there remains the hope that a small space, a day or two, everything collapses, I admit defeat I had wanted to go beyond the limits, a folly on hearth on the sea, in the air, I wanted to go far beyond the possibility in the distant sky, but I had to back down, this is not possible, I have to crawl on earth, it is my vocation