It's the old story! That was in June 1983. After leaving the city of Bamako in a dazzling sunrise, the Antonov Aeroflot had just flown over the Sahara for hundreds of miles. The scenery was sublime! Suddenly the ground appear as a multitude of small gardens, surrounded by numerous irrigation canals: a desert bloom again now, and that, over tens of kilometers, before the arrival in Tripoli. In this city, cons, like a frosty silence! Each spin his way without seeming to linger in an atmosphere of oppression sensitive enough: under the ubiquitous portraits of the Supreme Leader, a country in which we did not want to go on forever!
It reminded me of the visit of Colonel Gaddafi in Bamako, a few years ago. I followed the 1st floor of the rectory of the Cathedral. With a smirk, watching the people of Bamako scroll slowly in his flashy official car, and besides, they seemed more interested in the battalion beautiful amazons who trotted around his vehicle, approach the elegant but grimly and Kalashnikovs in hand.
I had already been struck, so there are almost thirty years, from a closed face and sullen that gentleman. As said the Malians themselves still under the thumb of a dictator, Gen. Moussa Traore: "It is not with people like that we'll save Africa! And to think they come from scroll us as benefactors of humanity! When are we going to be rid of these people? "
In Mali, it's done! The country is currently living in a democracy. But Libya?
Make no mistake of Supreme Leader!
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