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234. BREACH OF TRUST

When the news came out in the media that the National Security Agency of the USA had been (and probably still is) tracking and spying on everyone of us in Europe, I was happily exchanging thoughts, facts and figures, and photos on FaceBook. When I realized that our European heads of States and ministers were spied on thoroughly as if they were the most dangerous enemies of the American people, I felt sick. As if I had been stabbed in the stomach.

The reaction of a lot of people was to play cool: "Come on, be realistic, spying is a sport, all nations do it"... No, no, not that type of 'spying'. Two things came to my mind, one, the famous book by G. Orwell, and two, a film I had seen in Germany of the way general surveillance was used on the people in East Germany during the communist regime there, called 'The life of others'.

On internet you get used to be tracked. I didn't like it at the beginning when I had to state everything all the time. But recently I started refusing to cooperate, for instance, when FaceBook kept asking me where I was working. As I was not filling in the information in my profile, they kept asking if I was, say, in the Navy like so-and-so of my friends. LOL. I'd be asked to tick their suggestion in a very heavy handed manner. What for? Why on earth does FB want to know where I work???!!!

But that is nothing. A couple of days ago as I was checking what was written on internet under my name, I found this joker having 'analyzed' my French blog and suggested that it may be connected with Hungary... ah ha! the French connection... ha ha ha! the clue was that my IP number was close to several Hungarian ones starting with 71... or 74... The guy doing that was definitely an amateur spy very much in the style of 'collaborators' here in France during the war.

I am positive. We should not let this pass as realistic run of the mill spying. What has been done is general surveillance just as it is done in a communist country. In the name of what? Safety, security, ...freedom???? It looks more like paranoia in a grand scale. Why is America so very scared? And armed to the teeth?

I am French with a dual cultural background. Americans are (were?) friends to me. I am in the habit of trusting my friends normally. But when they track, spy and operate a detailed surveillance as it has been reported, I call it a breach and I withdraw my trust.



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