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Et le vin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Le chant des oiseaux retrouv\u00e9, le bruissement des feuilles des ormes, un magnifique silence vivant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Et soudain un bruit d&rsquo;haut parleur, lointain &#8211; un peu comme les annonces d&rsquo;un cirque ambulant en Italie dans les ann\u00e9es 60, cri\u00e9es dans des portes-voix<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Le bruit m\u00e9tallique s\u2019amplifie et vient hurler \u00e0 nos oreilles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8211; Si tu t\u2019imagines que l\u2019\u00e9conomie mondiale va se plier, tu te trompes, ils l\u2019ont dit ce matin\u2026.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Deux cavaliers, un homme et une femme avec un petit chien qui court devant. 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