THE YELLOW VEST E-Book

Jp BB

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 43

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

The incredible story of Charlotte, taken by a CRS. A nice little love story, in a nasty and big moment of hatred. Find in this story, the events hour by hour and which marked the month of December 2018, those of the great barricade of the Champs-Élysées in Paris. - ( Warning ! lack of means, the translation of French was carried out by the author himself, but I wanted to share with our English friends, the incredible story of the yellow vest, Charlotte. )

Leseprobe

THE YELLOW VEST

CHAPTER 1 - THE PRESIDENT CHAPTER 2 - ON BARRICADECHAPTER 3 - AWAKENINGCHAPTER 4 - CHARLOTTECHAPTER 5 - BARRICADE AND CRSCHAPTER 6 - WATER CANNONSCHAPTER 7 - THE BATTLECHAPTER 8 - THE SMALL TROQUETCHAPTER 9 - CHARLES AND CHARLOTTECHAPTER 10 - RESEARCHCHAPTER 11 - THE PRESIDENCYCHAPTER 12 - THE LOADCHAPTER 13 - CONFUSIONCHAPTER 14 - INNOVATIVE AFRONTEMENTCHAPTER 15 - AMMUNITIONCHAPTER 16 - THE MIRACLECHAPTER 17 - IN THE PELOTONCHAPTER 18 - CHARLOTTECHAPTER 19 - THE PRESIDENCYCHAPTER 20 - YELLOW VESTSCHAPTER 21 - THE PRESIDENTCHAPTER 22 - CHARLOTTE'S FATHERCHAPTER 23 - EPILOGUEBIBLIOGRAPHIECopyright

CHAPTER 1 - THE PRESIDENT

CHAPTER 1 - THE PRESIDENT

DECEMBER 2018

SATURDAY 5.30 in the morning

The yellow revolution - It is still dark and the presidential advisor arrives in his room and tells him, "  Mister President…! Mister President…! Wake up…! " "What's up, Philipe ...? The president answered painfully, asleep in a deep sleep. "The yellow vests, Mr. President ...! They built a huge barricade on the Champs-Elysees ...! " "Ha good ...! Replied the President, while slightly opening an eye. The counselor did not answer, and wait until the president is out of his sleep. Then, the president, sitting on the edge of his bed, scratched his head, then added, "But ...! Why, did they do that ...? " The counselor simply shrugged his shoulders, and the president still a little dizzy with his sleep, asked him, "It's a revolt ...? " "No, Sire, er ...! I want to say…! Mister President…! Replied the counselor a little confused. The president, retorted in turn, "  Well…! If this is not a revolt ...? What's that, Philipe ...? " And his advisor, Philipe, answered him a slamming sentence and shock, "It's a revolution ...! Mister President…! " "Annoying ...! " The president calmly replied, but suddenly got up anyway. *

CHAPTER 2 - ON BARRICADE

 CHAPTER 2 - ON BARRICADE SATURDAY 8h00 - On the barricade, Charlotte and her father, are in the front row. Charlotte and perch on heaps of rubble and sheets recover from here, while her father, reinforces the barricade with chairs taken at random and cabarets on the Champs-Elysees. Dressed for the circumstances in rather strange and strange clothes, rubber gloves on the hands, helmet of fortune on the head, mask of protection on the nose, all, recognizable by a fluorescent yellow vest, the father of Charlotte and surround many demonstrators, each standing in his place, as well as CRS at a safe distance from the barricade. But suddenly and after a few smoke throws by the CRS, one of the yellow vests begins to wave a multicolored flag, blue for the sky, white for the smoke and red for the blood, and began to scream, "To arms ...! To the citizens ...! Load…! Battalions ...! " Suddenly, like a swarm of grasshoppers and butterflies, all the yellow vests spanned and passed over the barricade, and then came closer to the police. The confrontation was inevitable and indeed, the forces of the order immediately engaged the fight. Visor helmets and rectangular shields for some, intermingle and clash, to motorcycle helmets and trash lid shields for others. A creepy monster, screams, muffled sounds in the air and which was already unbreathable, the teargass having made their effect and damage. In this strange melee and of our modern times, Charlotte fell abruptly on the ground and on the back. With her eyes open, she saw a CRS step over her and stay above her, and then, under the effect of the pain and shock to the head, Charlotte suddenly fainted. Nothing could save her, because, sadly, in this worldly melee, her father had lost her sight for a long time. After a moment and less equipped than the CRS, the yellow vests and under the effect of the blows, quickly retreated and all passed, to protect themselves, over the barricade. *

CHAPTER 3 - AWAKENING

CHAPTER 3 - AWAKENING SATURDAY 8h30 - Charlotte was lying in the middle of the rubble and cobblestones, and who had been throwing a few moments earlier on the police force in presence. But Charlotte, she heard a voice and spoke to him, "Mademoiselle ...! ... miss! " Charlotte believed herself in her bed and in some bad dreams, and who, without a doubt, was about to dissipate herself in a brief moment; but the voice insist and continue to talk to him anyway and told him, "Mademoiselle, I conjure you ...! Did not lie here ...! " Charlotte, hearing this insistent and precise voice in her words, then opened an eye slowly. To her great surprise, Charlotte wondered what she was doing there, lying down on the big boulevard des Champs-Élysées, among debris of all kinds and cobblestones tearing off the road, from the grand boulevard of the most beautiful avenue in the world but which was transforming today into the ugliest of Paris' avenues. Always lie on her back, Charlotte painfully opened the second eye; but in the thick fog of the lachrymos, she saw rather a face bent over her, as well as a hand extended towards her too. Then, voice, start again to be insistent, "Mademoiselle ...! Do not stay here, it's dangerous ...! Get up ...! "