Some days I wonder how many we are, feeling that. The french language has always been just an alien I'm living with, looking out for a way to expel it. Just like a disease trying to eat up your mind that will at the end kill you, I always managed to maintain it as its initial state of alien in my body with the secret hope that one day I will be able to wash myself up. Today I'm close to the point where the war I was at with that alien has ceased to become a chase I lead and to say the truth it's so good, so good to be preparing the next step, when we'll start to go after those who thought that by pushing down our throat this d.... language they had won!