C'EST LA GUERRE (50)

 The vanity case of the lieutenant called again. She took the call and then, told me the following:

— Sir, our superiority says they agree with what we are talking about. We shall stay in touch, they say.

— Thank you, Lieutenant — I replied her. — We need orders more than ever.

But I thought to myself that these superiority guys are seeing some kind of live TV show enjoying it. They see the action, and what we two speak here becomes a kind of script of the program. And above all it is as if they had just called to the program, as they say. I wish I could broadcast advertising. Although they act to the work. The truth is I,m starting to get a little tired. Blameless guys, our superiority.


It may seem hard to believe but we must bear in mind that I had forgotten I was naked, of to give me a good shower and change my clothes to feel myself good, as new, as corresponds to a Field Marshal and President of the military government... Out of office it is also work. And more amazing still: nor I considered that the whole superiority could be gathered in a faraway place, watching the development of what we now call as a truly exceptional and mysterious case. So I started singing in full voice:

et j'ai crié, crié, aline, pour qu'elle revienne,
et j'ai pleuré, pleuré, oh! j'avais trop de peine.

— Bien sur, monsieur, elle a disparu.— replied the lieutenant smiling in French also.— Rien ne va plus pour Madame Neanderthal, monsieur. In the song there is a drawing for love, melancholy ... nothing to do with what "notre cher gentilhomme" is doing.


Mr. Neanderthal showed to be somewhat puzzled on my first few bars of the song, but soon he changed his attitude and showed a grin ear to ear with absolute complicity, as if he wanted to accompany me singing a song he knew nothing, or rather as giving me permission to sing it. I stopped of singing and said:

— I was looking for provoke him, Lieutenant, — I do not believe this to be entirely true since I sang by singing, as before the "onset" — but he continued his approach maneuver because desperately he is seeking to get out of misery. My song did nothing in this sense but it was worth a smile by the Lieutenant. — she smile again— He is in a position of having to make merits from scratch. I guess almost certainly he would like to say me I'm invited to a ritual celebration in his cave-church as when he will be installed himself.

— I hope that we continue with the agreed plan, sir. "Comme il faut.." — She replied.

— In that, we are wonderfully fanatics, Lieutenant. Always directly on the target. — I said — Mais quelle beauté, la langue française lorsque vous parlez.

— Je vous remercie, Monsieur le Président.