Post em MOUVEMENT PERPETUEL, afin de perpétuer notre destin commun avec la nature, to perpetuate our common destiny with nature.

THE DOLINE……..

Imagine a Sunday picnic bringing together a few families, friends, you and me. We scattered in small groups on a beautiful lawn all around a house. The slightly elevated and isolated building enjoys a beautiful panoramic view of the surrounding areas. Tablecloths are spread on the ground and everyone begins to unpack their snacks. For my part, I have a tree to plant and as we are in a dream, I do not necessarily go about it in the best way. If I had had a shovel, I might have dug a hole for this purpose. But there, in this daze, my brain commands me to try to push this big toothpick from Gulliver, roots forward, into the grass. The tree measuring about two meters sinks but goes diagonally, which does not suit me. I try again right next to it and this time the tree sinks straight, but soon too easily. Yes, all of a sudden, it almost escapes me to sink on its own… Realizing that I have reached an underground cavity, I pull the tree out of its hole, the roots are dripping with water. The hole has just widened a little more, the earth collapsing into the cavity. Dumbfounded by what I have just discovered, I step back as a precaution. At this point I have already caught the attention of some guests who are beginning to pay their attention to the stage. We then see a ball cross the grass and fall into the hole. A little boy comes running and stops a little taken aback at the place where he saw his balloon disappear. The edges of the cavity collapse under his weight and the little boy also disappears from sight. An even younger child follows in her brother's footsteps, leans over the edge of the hole, reaches for her brother whom she hears somewhere lower in the darkness. She loses her balance and cries out as she begins to slide down the hole too. Hearing the scream, the children's mother turns around just in time to see her child disappear into the grass. I stay there, incredulous in front of this sequence of facts as dramatic as precipitated. I already feel the guilt of having caused something dramatic, of not having reacted in time to prevent the fall of two children into an abyss that I myself brought to light. You like me have still not reacted to prevent the mother from rushing into the crevasse to help the children. Even had we had the possibility in this unreality of the nightmare that the love of a mother would have allowed her to fly over any impediment to come to the aid of her children. Something very disturbing had just happened when this adult body fell into the trench, we no longer heard cries for help but a macabre silence. The father and husband also arrive at the edge of the hole. Everyone is now screaming, aware of the imminence of a tragedy and the urgency to act quickly. Our poor man, a distraught father, sees no other solution than to throw himself into the hole to help his family. We are now all aware, you like me and the others that it would take the assistance of specialists such as firefighters and other trades to help the buried. Hardly had we had time to dial the emergency number when muddy, foamy and swirling water rose to meet us, filling the cavity to gently overflow onto the grass at our feet….