I'm seated in the grass and I'm looking the estuary, in Gironde. Nice colors.
And I think.
Yesterday, I've listened a woman narrate a joke about jews people. One more.
I don't like these jokes. And I say it.
This woman says "You haven't humour, Daniel. Do you know, I can narrate jokes about jews, arabian or handicapped people, but I like jews, arabian or handicapped people ! In my heart, I'm clean, I respect them !"
Yes. I'm not sure.
All these jokes are strange, glaucous. But people like these jokes. They say that is laugh for survive.
In France, there's a lot of jokes about minorities. Always minorities.
My musical piece is a piece for two clarinets and two pianos. It's called " Estuaire ".
The instruments are my thought about intolerance. Or about jokes of "clean" people.
http://www.pompougnac-daniel.com/06tele ... tuaire.mp3
... or click on the picture.

This picture isn't mine.
Daniel

