{"id":1605,"date":"2020-11-24T14:33:37","date_gmt":"2020-11-24T14:33:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lalorrainedesecrivains.fr\/?p=1605"},"modified":"2026-04-02T14:08:38","modified_gmt":"2026-04-02T14:08:38","slug":"visions-du-monde","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lalorrainedesecrivains.fr\/?p=1605","title":{"rendered":"Visions du monde"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-audio\"><audio controls src=\"https:\/\/lalorrainedesecrivains.fr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/11\/infiltration2.mp3\"><\/audio><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Lieu \u00e9voqu\u00e9 : Place d&rsquo;Alliance, Nancy<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u00ab\u00a0J\u2019\u00e9tais assise l\u00e0 devant mon troisi\u00e8me caf\u00e9 quand un homme qui n\u2019\u00e9tait plus un \u00e9tudiant \u00e9tait venu s\u2019asseoir \u00e0 c\u00f4t\u00e9 de moi. La trentaine avenante et l\u2019allure sportive il commandait un caf\u00e9 et m\u2019offrait un sourire qui se voulait complice de mes yeux rougis. J\u2019avais envie de changer d\u2019air et il avait gentiment profit\u00e9 de mon d\u00e9sarroi. En fin d\u2019apr\u00e8s-midi dans son petit appartement qui donnait sur la vieille place d\u2019Alliance, je m\u2019\u00e9tais consol\u00e9e dans ses bras de mes d\u00e9sillusions professionnelles, sachant d\u00e9j\u00e0 que ce n\u2019\u00e9tait pas, encore, le grand amour. Mais Marc \u00e9tait gentil bien que policier, et nous avons v\u00e9cu ensemble quelques mois, \u00e9changeant davantage nos regards sur le monde \u00e0 travers nos m\u00e9tiers respectifs que nos sentiments, et nous quittant bons amis.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Le monde en question n\u2019\u00e9tait pas tr\u00e8s r\u00e9jouissant, mais \u00e9tonnamment, l\u2019air frais pour moi allait venir d\u2019un projet de stockage de d\u00e9chets qui \u00e9mergeait dans le sud du d\u00e9partement. Emergeait donc, comme le sommet d\u2019un iceberg. Ce qui se passait sous la surface allait se r\u00e9v\u00e9ler beaucoup moins frais, mais cela je ne le savais pas encore.\u00a0\u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>JM Brice, <em>Infiltration<\/em>, Editions Territoires T\u00e9moins, 2014, pp. 65-66<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Iconographie : L. Dupeyron<\/p>\n\n\n\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" allowfullscreen=\"\" src=\"\/\/umap.openstreetmap.fr\/fr\/map\/sur-les-pas-des-ecrivains-en-lorraine_50581?scaleControl=false&amp;miniMap=false&amp;scrollWheelZoom=true&amp;zoomControl=null&amp;allowEdit=false&amp;moreControl=false&amp;searchControl=null&amp;tilelayersControl=null&amp;embedControl=null&amp;datalayersControl=null&amp;onLoadPanel=undefined&amp;captionBar=false&amp;fullscreenControl=true#18\/48.69388\/6.18700\" width=\"100%\" height=\"300px\" frameborder=\"0\"><\/iframe>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Lieu \u00e9voqu\u00e9 : Place d&rsquo;Alliance, Nancy. \u00ab\u00a0J\u2019\u00e9tais assise l\u00e0 devant mon troisi\u00e8me caf\u00e9 quand un homme qui n\u2019\u00e9tait plus un \u00e9tudiant \u00e9tait venu s\u2019asseoir \u00e0 c\u00f4t\u00e9 de moi. La trentaine avenante et l\u2019allure sportive il commandait un caf\u00e9 et m\u2019offrait un sourire qui se voulait complice de mes yeux rougis. [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1607,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[60],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lalorrainedesecrivains.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1605"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lalorrainedesecrivains.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lalorrainedesecrivains.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lalorrainedesecrivains.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lalorrainedesecrivains.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1605"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/lalorrainedesecrivains.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1605\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5426,"href":"https:\/\/lalorrainedesecrivains.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1605\/revisions\/5426"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lalorrainedesecrivains.fr\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1607"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lalorrainedesecrivains.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1605"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lalorrainedesecrivains.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1605"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lalorrainedesecrivains.fr\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1605"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}