Last week some very strong words came from Corsica. Elsewhere, some other territories, these words felt like a relief long ago replaced with a clouded silence as the criminals successfully banned to cry and tell the pain they cause by shaming it.

What if it was the just the beginning? The first smoke of the great fire the clouded sky had masked? The first audible scream the muted Land for centuries about to burst sends in the sky just like a volcano echoed from Euskal Herria to Breizh... What if suddenly the Land calls them for the ultimate stand? The fight of all fights, the final bill?