From the latest issue of Charlie Hebdo:
Click-clack click-clack..At Charlie we have a dog, a red cocker spaniel called Lila. Well, she doesn’t really belong to all of us, just Eric. Of the team, it’s Cabu who’s her favourite. Last Wednesday, 7 January, she was excited to see him. You should know that on the table were Breton galettes brought in by Coco and a marble cake I’d bought for Luz’ birthday. Without a doubt, Cabu would give her her share.
Click-clack click-clack..At Charlie we have a dog, a red cocker spaniel who scratches the parquet. Riss and Charb tease her sometimes so that Luce will come to her defense and pat her head. Honoré prefers cats. Tignous, kids. Wolinski, he has a weakness for Catherine and Zineb.
Click-clack click-clack..At Charlie we have a dog, a red cocker spaniel who’s there for all our discussions. “For or against Louis de Funès?” Jean-Baptiste is for. Strangely enough, so is Philippe. Fabrice couldn’t care less as long as the world keeps turning. Before giving an answer, Laurent has to launch an enquiry. Antonio had better be against. Gérard is the mediator. Pelloux says, “I’ve got his mobile number.”
Click-clack click-clack..At Charlie we have a dog, a red cocker spaniel who goes back and forth through Mustapha’s office. Bernard doesn’t hear her, laughing (with his South-West accented laughter...yes, there is such a thing!) and watching Elsa gesticulate as she tells us about Lacan.
At Charlie we have a dog, a red cocker spaniel who doesn’t understand why, on Wednesday, there are so many people here. The rest of the week there’s only Angélique, Simon and Cécile to keep her company. On Mondays, there’s a chance she’ll see Martine.
Pop pop pop pop...then quiet as the grave. Jean-Luc and I stay on the floor.
And then: Click-clack click-clack!
At Charlie we have a dog, a red cocker spaniel who lets us know it’s OK, that we can get up now, they’re gone.
Lila was spared. Maybe because she’s female.
To all my friends. And the others.