{"id":433,"date":"2010-12-06T19:07:29","date_gmt":"2010-12-06T19:07:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ildikototh.com\/?p=433"},"modified":"2010-12-06T19:07:29","modified_gmt":"2010-12-06T19:07:29","slug":"le-systeme-francais","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ildikototh.com\/index.php\/2010\/12\/le-systeme-francais\/","title":{"rendered":"Le Syst\u00e8me Fran\u00e7ais"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Alors, mon avion a decolle a Toulouse Blagnac ce matin, j&#8217;etait trop fatigue, donc j&#8217;ai pris mon temps de quitter l&#8217;avion, puis j&#8217;etait la derniere passenger qui descende. As soon as I stepped off the plane, the crisp-ness and high-tech look of the connector bridge to the airport and the following corridor really impressed me. This part of the terminal must have been newly built. Being a couple decades younger than the last two couples off the plane, I caught up to them after the second sign blinking &#8220;sortie&#8221;. The five of us round the next turn, and come upon a sign with letters at least half my height, expressing the meaning of &#8220;exit&#8221; in both English and French, with an huge arrow pointing to a closed wooden door to the right of the sign. Naturally, I assume that that door must be the door to exit. But as soon as one of us turns the doorknob, the ironically illogicality of the French system proves itself: the door does not budge. We look left, behind, up, down, forward, to the right again&#8230; see another door and an elevator. All closed, locked, nonfunctional, an illusion of EXIT. I start to feel like one of the characters from the famous Existentialist play &#8220;NO EXIT&#8221;, as I examine my compatriots.. I swear after a while I would find something annoying about every one of them. But before accepting our fate, we look for a way out: the way we came. Nope, closed, and connector bridge disconnected: the door we came through is now the door to hell, or if not, then certainly a lovely death of 2 stories in the negative g.<\/p>\n<p>We paraded back towards the HUGE SIGN again, looking out the windows on the way, which reflected nothing but a deserted corridor. Where did the rest of the flight go anyway? I try the doors this time, push, pull, slide, lift.. nothing. As we are all about to abandon all hope, one of the men spies a tiny green box in the shadows attached to the wall to the left, with a tiny little button, and writing underneath it, to which he had to poke his face 3 inches away to be able to read. And the magic button read: &#8220;Puissez si nessecaire.&#8221; Which basically means, &#8220;if absolutely necessary, you can press this button.&#8221; But ah, should we go into the philosophy of necessary? Necessary for what? Isn&#8217;t it obvious, to open the door you dumbbutt&#8230; Duh. So that&#8217;s how I escaped the french corridor of existence, and put to &#8220;logical shame&#8221; at the same time. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Alors, mon avion a decolle a Toulouse Blagnac ce matin, j&#8217;etait trop fatigue, donc j&#8217;ai pris mon temps de quitter l&#8217;avion, puis j&#8217;etait la derniere passenger qui descende. As soon as I stepped off the plane, the crisp-ness and high-tech [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-433","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-events","category-thoughts","clearfix"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ildikototh.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/433","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ildikototh.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ildikototh.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ildikototh.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ildikototh.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=433"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.ildikototh.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/433\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":434,"href":"https:\/\/www.ildikototh.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/433\/revisions\/434"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ildikototh.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=433"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ildikototh.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=433"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ildikototh.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=433"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}