He comes down from the podium.
Shouts, applause, camera flashes immortalize this moment that he had waited so long for: to be recognized as the spokesperson for the elephant party.
Spokesperson for what?
Restore vigor to the United States, blow into the balloon of the American dream which seems to be losing air for several decades.

“Make America Great Again!” » he repeated in French with a smile while tapping the shoulder of a French journalist who translated his campaign slogan for him.

Who would have believed it ?
“Even Ivana can’t believe it, I’m sure!” However, I told him: one day, I will be president of the United States of America! She didn't take me seriously, that bitch. Well today, she must be chomping at the bit given my rise to the White House. » he liked to think.
He walks briskly backstage, followed by his two bodyguards, Mickey and Goofy.
Donald had no time to waste: “Time is money my friends!” », he said in an amused and prophetic tone to a group of groupies who were tirelessly waiting for his autographs.
They take an elevator, the two clumsy people in front of the door: this security touch is the stylish and official asset that he has recently allowed himself: “It makes me look serious, it makes me look official and it allows me to keep away any mad Mexican who wants my ruin! I will have them all, by the way. »
They find themselves at the top of his building, the T*ump Tower, a helicopter ready to take off.
Direction ?
El Paso, to meet the president of the Wallforall company, Bibi Gorsky, over a good scotch.
Bibi Gorsky was known to all the leaders who fed on separatist impulses in the world.
His expertise includes a number of architectural gems such as the Peace Walls of Belfast, the wall separating Morocco from the Spanish enclave Ceuta, the wall separating North Korea from China, the wall separating India from Kashmir and of course , the best of the best, the cream of the creams, the panacea of ​​all walls, the one that separates Palestine from Israel.
Son of a former politician converted to the development of social condos and of a painter famous for her works made from the blood of her menstruation, he entered the very prestigious London School of Commerce at just 16 years old. It was during his studies that he met future senior political leaders and some of the most influential businessmen in the world of commerce by regularly attending Gentlemen's Clubs.
Bibi was able to build a substantial network which allowed him to build a company specializing in construction ten years later. His company, TechBlock.20, offered all kinds of services such as the construction of buildings, the creation of industrial parks, the development of bridges, the installation of oil complexes or even the free development of social infrastructure in Africa. And to make it all more attractive, he created a subsidiary company called SecuBi, specializing in security.
Bibi's company built its reputation on the wall which became its trademark: taking advantage of his father's network and the investment of his friends in high places, he succeeded in winning the prize: erecting a wall separating Palestine from Israel . His company received a good fortune and he became one of the strong symbols in Israel: he was called “the Architect”.
From that moment on, TechBlock.20 was revealed to the major players in the world as the leading company in the world of construction. Its rise was largely fueled by the fact that TechBlock.20 did not want to be public and only aimed at a single niche: power and its representatives. It assured them all possible and unimaginable administrative privacy.
Bibi was someone who let herself be loved: everyone appreciated her presence and her good nature. A good family man and model husband, he represented the accomplished and successful man who knew how to work hard to get where he was.
One day, while Bibi was reading the newspaper while his daughter was playing in a park, a visibly bored little boy approached him and sat down on the same bench.
The child stared at him.
Bibi had noticed this, but continued reading as if nothing had happened.
The child continued to stare at him.
“What does he want from me?!” » he asked himself annoyed.
- Hi you ! Where are your parents ? He asked him while trying to hide his annoyance with a smile, which was intended to scare the kid who ran away.
" Good riddance ! »
But the child returned serenely and sat down next to Bibi and asked him:
— what is your job?
— I build houses, bridges, wells, walls for very, very rich people! Besides, what do your parents work in?

- You are ugly !

- Yes I know. My wife tells me this often.
“Well, you haven’t seen your stupid face! When you grow up, we're not going to take you seriously! While my ugliness still commands respect.
Little bastard goes! ".
—And why are you building walls?
— So as not to see faces like yours, Bibi replied serenely and no longer able to hide her irritation.
It was his moment of relaxation and it wasn't going to be a brat who was going to destroy it for him.
The child stared at him.
Bibi stared at him too.
“He wants to play who will look at the other the longest, this virgin?! Well, we're going to play! ".

As for the child, he imagined Bibi's head shrinking into a sort of pink cotton candy and held out his finger towards this delicacy.
Bibi avoided this finger with an irritated gesture of her head.

— Don't you want to go play with your friends? Where are your parents?
- They are dead.
Bibi suddenly stopped his attack and realized that he was in front of a child.
“Oh, I’m sorry, little one. Here, do you want some candy? he asked her while handing her a candy.
The child took it from him and asked him again:
— Why are you building walls?
— To defend ourselves from the bad guys.
—Who are the bad guys?
— The bad guys are the Arabs.
- For what ?
— Because they are mean to us.
- Like what ?
“But this kid is annoying!” »
— Well like killing people.
- For what ?
— Because they are bad.
—Are bad people as ugly as you?
—Okay, go play with your friends. You will understand all this later. Well, you'll understand all this later if the bad guys don't kill you first.
— What is zigouiller?
— It's the cry that birds make.
Come on, now go join your friends.
— Are the bad guys birds that cry?
- But no ! The villains… actually yes! Yes that's it.
- The birds fly.
- So. Information that I haven't had time to confirm, but that you just told me.
— But your walls don't fly.
- So what ?
— Bad guys can fly above your walls to do their wicked things.
“But this kid is really stupid! "
- That's it !
—Your walls are useless then.
- Exact !
— They cannot levitate.
- Unfortunately no !

—Then you are stupid.

— Okay, that’s enough now! Let me read the newspaper! he scolded.
The child stared at him for a few seconds then, just before running to join his friends, said to him in the thin voice of a little boy with an innocent appearance:
— you are ugly, stupid and mean. You are a strange bird.
Since that day, Bibi no longer goes to this park and sold her canary to the great dismay of her daughter. But the face of this child often comes to mind as if there was a revelation hidden behind it, a meaning to be explored.
But he always brushed aside this image by saying to himself:
“But what an idiot this kid is!” ".
To be continued…

*2015