Bure : the force is with us !

We relay here the text of a friend  who came for the winter solstice party in the Bois Lejuc and the joy was contagious. Not easy to translate, especially the slang, excuse us if it’s not very clear !

“What happiness, after having struggled in thick fog for an hour, to arrive at night in the forest occupied by the valiant resistant fighters and to be able to warm up around a camp fire, surrounded by nothing that good mugs.” Good mugs ready to sing, drink eat food brought by everyone and howling in rage if the enemy comes, some good mugs, they are dozens and dozens in this magical forest magic, busy now for 6 months, to the great rage of Andra, nuclear industry, public authorities and local representatives at their feet.

Good God it’s good to continue to beat them!

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I’m greeted by a good home-made punch which immediately puts me in the mood. And after we talk! And with us, their rotten society takes a hit! Here people come from everywhere, from here and there. In addition to neighbours, there are people from all France but also abroad… human beings who don’t care about borders and who are there to fight the worst nightmare ever imagined by capitalism: bury highly radioactive waste 400 m below ground!

The worst nightmare because the poison that they’ll put here, nobody knows nor when or how, by what paths, by which gaps it’s gonna come back right in the face of the planet, no one knows what will be the scale of the damage that it will produce, this poison, on plants, on human beings animals humans and where? Where to hide? going out to the East, West, in Champagne, in the Paris region, in Nancy, everywhere?

 The only thing we know, it’s that it will come back, maybe even tomorrow, and this time, we’ll have no chance to control anything. So we fight. And we’ll fight to the end of the end. Because if there is no good solution with nuclear power, the worst of the worst of the worst, it’s indeed landfilling and giving up hope.

And what is beautiful is that people settle in, in the forest but also all around, at the house of resistance, at the station, in new places rented or purchased, some say they come for 6 months, others for one year, others for 8 days, others forever, who cares we’re all here, more and more, and we’ll win. We will win because we have the enthusiasm and the rage so that the bastards on the other side only have their power and their money. (and they have less and less money because EDF and Areva are on the verge of bankruptcy).

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That said, it was the winter solstice party, it was cold and we wanted to show that nothing could stop us, not the cold, the fog or rain. That’s why we were dozens and dozens. In support of the courageous and brave permanent of the forest. I wanted to sleep at the top of a tree, 25 or 30 m high (there are plenty of tree houses) that was my dream, but because I had never climbed, I was advise against trying at night. So wisely, I slept at the communal, it is a nice house on the ground, made from wooden pallets (see photo) you can see the stars when there is some. Wrapped up and after the schnapps, a very very good friend next to me to talk, and redo the world, just nothing but happiness.

The morning sleep well deserved, wake of the body at 10: 00, and extraordinary breakfast with black and white blood sausages on the grill. After:climbing workshop (see photo of the lens) but pitiful failure for me, even less flexible than a piece of wood. But I’ll come back dressed properly!

It’s nothing when we leave Bure, stars in the eyes, and we know, we feel that the world can change! not only here in Bure but everywhere because we are millions to want it. Go there to make a tour and you will see as well, we can spend the new year (there is a party) and all week-ends (see this link: http://en.vmc.camp/) Long live the struggle! Long live the hope! Down capitalism! Down their projects rotten! Down the borders! Down the walls! (It is still on the ground, as the symbol of their meltdown) and down Cigéo! “