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Taste of games

It was the evening of September 13, 2017, a drunken evening: France had been chosen to host the 2024 Olympic Games, and the promise was great: to see Paris at the center of the world a century after Coubertin. And gradually, since we are also champions of pessimism and hold the gold medal for grumpy people, the voices of most complainers were heard. In almost all subjects. The mascot is very ugly. Too many jobs. Transport is inevitably overcrowded. The movement is complex. Security is impossible. The cost is too high. The architecture of the Olympic village, Stalinist. Even this poor official poster will take on a title that would not be patriotic enough if the Olympic spirit were precisely universal. The writer Sylvain Tesson sometimes says that “France is a paradise inhabited by people who believe they are in hell.”

Where does this collective neurasthenia come from? Colleagues from the Los Angeles Times noted with a bit of humor that “in this country, where there is everything for happiness, the French are making fools of themselves.” So we can live in a welfare state with the feeling that somewhere else is better. We can work hard to organize the Olympic Games, but we convince ourselves that we will not succeed. However, we are seeing just the opposite, because 138 days before the opening ceremony, the green light is turned on, retro-planning is carried out, and the infrastructure is revealed. All that remains is to encourage enthusiasm, silence dissatisfied souls who will never be convinced, and begin to develop a taste for the Games. This is very good for the morale and health of the country!

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Source: Le Parisien

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