L'avenir est un long passé [English translation]

A black pupil surrounded by white. A tired face aiming at a Lieutenant. The order is gonna be given in a few.

Second assault of the day and Marcel's waiting.

He placed at the end his gun a bayonet to fight against a submachine gun calibre 12.7. Near his trench, 20 or 30 meters away, Butcher's War, we're in 1917.

So many days that he's here ! Watching souls falling. So many days already spent on Le Chemin des Dames. Marcel can feel that the end is near. In the bottom of the trench his hands started shaking. Death's smell stinks, there will be no body fight, he knows he's gonna die soon.

How can a man accept to go and fight ? And when he feels deep inside that he's not gonna come back ? Is Man an animal ? As is Evil at this time who's already Lance Corporal. What comes next : future is a long past.

A black pupil surrounded by white. A waxed face with a terrifying look. A few steps away, Germans. 1944 Jean-Marc is a resistant.

He has been given the mission of blowing up a railway. He who is not an action man has become a war master, after the cyclone that hit his mom and his dad with a yellow star. Idea directly coming from Hell.

So many years spent running away. So many days devoted to fight against Antisemitism. Jean-Marc knows he has no more resorts left, the cable he placed to blow up the train is way too short. Death's smell stinks, but he has no remorse, how can we describe him ? It's human nature that made him this way, to sacrifice oneself for an ideal I think we can't resist. Evil is now General of all the armed forces of the dark age of Germany. Off the distance the train approaches and we can distinguish it's steam. What comes next, future is a long past.

A black pupil surrounded by white. That's what I face in the mirror right now. I just woke up a few minutes ago.

It's hard to describe what I'm feeling inside. After the night I had, harsh has been the awakening. To everything I could think of before finding sleep. To all those idea which caused anything but problems. To reality and all those hatred pictures.

So many years spent trying to forget. So many days accumulated and slowly it made itself home. I asked myself this morning : is everything starting over again, have we lost our minds ? Because I have seen Evil settling down without any shame.

For It, being on TV has become normal. With, as usual, a new name : after Hitler's name I heard the Front's.

And if future is a long past, I'm gonna ask you now what do you think ? As Marcel and Jean-Marc, is my life determined by faith ? What comes next : is future a long past ?

I'm gonna ask you what do you think ? Will I see someday Evil in the Elysée ? Is France getting bogged down ? What comes next : is future a long past ?