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stopover in Saint Nazaire

advantage of being in St. Nazaire for training that will take me to save the world (or, in any case to be Labour Lifeguard First Aid), I spent my time in the set in the late afternoon for a ride in this city. Because finish at 16.30 and have time off from that time on weekdays is a concept that is very rare for me, even almost unknown. A normal work day begins and ends around to 8h/8h30 to 18h30/19h, leaving little time right now to take advantage of daylight to take some pictures.

Saint Nazaire in time as town razed by the Americans during the 2nd World War, argues the city as the ugliest best reconstructed with Lorient, Brest , and some other like Le Havre or St. Lo. The popular saying there is "you work at Saint Nazaire, and are fun to La Baule. It is clear that there will not be much to laugh St. Naz: It's dead! Full afternoon, weekdays, weather balances, the streets are empty! Large spaces are being deserted, it gives an impression post-apocalyptic. Reconstruction of concrete gives a very industrial, no charm to the city: it is a succession of buildings one after the other, home to brands of ready to wear or high attractiveness bibeloterie pigeonesque.

From there (as Laurent Blanc would say), not easy to find photogenic scenes. And it is paradoxically in the blockhouse rehabilitated vaguely that I found the most inspiration. The waterfront also is interesting to go. The rest of the city, artificial and soulless, I have not touched a second.

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Will you be my friend? No, why? So today ...

I use very specific social networks where I belong.

• Twitter is for fun, I find great people with whom I get connected, even if we did, for the most ever met. That said, I do not despair do know some of them one day, for real, IRL, flesh and bones, all that. My profile is public, just wants to follow him, read my nonsense and strokes or heart rant, my state of mind in 140 characters. Moreover, to follow me, there is : @ _manion .
• Facebook is the exact opposite: it is reserved exclusively for people I know in real life, it is locked to death. No chance for a stranger, even someone with whom I regularly exchange but virtually, to appear in my Friends list. And you can look, you will not find me (or else it will be a homonym).
• Viadeo now. My contact list is a mix of 2 above. I accept that list in my people I know in real life, with few exceptions, including twitteriens with whom I could exchange a minimum. Hence the response I made today an illustrious unknown:

Hello Thank you for your request for linking.
I agree in general that the people I already know where I've met at least once. Indeed, despite the "fashion" of social networks where it is fashionable to have a maximum of "contacts" of "friends" of "followers" or any other documentation, I remain very attached to the personal dimension.
It does not seem that we have met, and even if we have a common touch, I'll wait until we start to interact before accepting your request for linking.
This is by no means any pride or snobbery on my part, just the desire to control the information that I can distribute and that I can distribute them.
Regards.

is not too bad, right? I do not want that can do the zoubabs relationship between my "digital identity" (as I do not like that) and my real identity. Or in any case, I do not want to make it easier for whoever wants to match 2.

PS: The last network that I joined is Quora, and for now, I stay in an observation phase to understand the value and meaning.

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Since Monday, I'm training on electrical safety. To make it clear that when you're not careful, it can be dangerous, we were shown pictures of people electrocuted (= charred), we aired a video of electrocution people who live on camera.

Tomorrow mechanical safety training. I look forward to seeing bodies squashed in presses, or ground in a chopper industry.

I go vomit.