Sylvie Blocher

When I learned on October 16, 2020 of the beheading of history teacher Samuel Paty, I had a hard time catching my breath. Why did this this execution upset me more than the others?  Was it because of my distant past as a teacher in a violent middle school in an abandoned suburb of Metz? Or because the act of transmission could not be touched by terror? Or was it the violent eruption of this decapitation in the Charlie Hebdo and Hyper Cacher trials? Or was it this image that came to my mind of three severed heads resting on the ground, very beautiful young Cameroonian boys, beheaded by the forces of President Ahidjo with the help of France, because they were fighting for the independence of their country? Or the violence of two lockdowns for the Covid and the fear of sorting the bodies: those to be treated or those to be left to die? Or was it the desperation to feel this desire for order and totalitarianism that was spreading all around me?
I'm having trouble recovering. So one morning I went to the forest. The light was opaque and the fog mixed with the frost made my steps noisy. I waited for the hunters, and finally heard their dogs come closer, howling around their prey . I took these pictures so that I wouldn't forget his name.