14 January 2011 - (Taoufik Ben Brik) Curfew. For whom? For the police and the army perhaps who have deserted the streets the night of Thursday, January 14!
Because the protesters are still there, they are watching over the city.
In the euphoria of the intifada, these luminous and precious days, the Tunisians have respect for nothing: neither curfew nor god. They propose an open Tunis, without limits. A club without cockroaches. A place where anything is possible. An amusement park for adults and children. Hay Ettadhamen, khobsistes district (bread fanatics), the biggest party in the country: a bastille with no centre, no pavements, no cafes, no streets, no dead ends, no intersections, no taxi stands. With crowds and noise. It's like the south of Brazil. Even the sky seems artificial, that first night of curfew not respected. China sky.
The children of the bullet occupy the whole space and adults are learning to go to the adults next door again. A Tunis drawn from doodling. It looks like a pigeon, a hawk or a falcon. One has the feeling of having lived there before even being born. It's carnival. La fiesta. Ezzard. Revolution.
Imagine ... Tunis resonates with a thousand debates in the open air, like at Hyde Park Corner, this corner of London where every passerby is transformed, if the mood takes him, into a speaker. In these populous neighbourhoods, these corners, you can quibble, open out. A woman can spit on the giant poster of Ben Ali.
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