#03 Chantal’s mail – The Estates General back in Dijon – Dijoncter.info
Chantal tells her daughter about the simulacrum of the Dijon Métropole Development Council, which gives a taste of “ Back to the future »…
My dear Capucine,
I hope you managed to get out of the urban heat islands for this new heat wave. Your father and I are lucky – presumptuousness resembles the Mayor – to live in a house shaded by half-century trees. We philosophically endure this new onslaught of unhinged nature.
After a long post-prandial siesta, oh so restorative, I take up my pen to give you some news, in a historical tone this time.
Imagine that in the spring, the people of Dijon were lucky enough to be able to apply for the “ Development Council “. Committed to the life of her neighborhood and wanting to make herself useful to the community, my friend Simone volunteered… without knowing that she was going to take part in a “ Back to the future » !
Drawn by lot, she showed up resolutely at the first meeting, feeling invested with an important role. I picked it up with a teaspoon on the way out !
Obviously, she and we are part of the Third Estate, facing the nobility and the clergy appointed by the Duke of Burgundy. Uh, qualified personalities and representatives of economic actors, sorry, appointed by the President of the Metropolis, constituting 2/3 of the workforce, with inhabitants drawn by lot constituting only a third.
I’m not talking to you about JPthe neighbor at the end of the impasse, he did not call the right number and finds himself “ substitute “. Wishing in good faith to be associated with the process, he dared to request access to the meeting materials: he quickly understood that he was only an underling. Power does not like snoopers !
Will it all end like some French revolution ? Anger rumbles in Dijon in any case.
Charles-Henri asks me to send you his affectionate thoughts.
Have a good summer.
Chantal, your beloved mother.