RUBEN ALBERTO MORENO ZAVALA

J’ai découvert le site WEB d’un étudiant qui faisait partie de la délégation de Sciences Po : Ruben Alberto Moreno Zavala . Ce site renferme une quantité impressionnante de photos prises non seulement en Chine, mais en Turquie, au Mexique, en Europe; il vaut le déplacement. http://spaces.msn.com/rubenmz1984france/
En communiquant avec lui par E-mail, il m’a envoyé ce témoignage qu’il n’avait pu lire, faute de temps, lors de la soirée du 7 avril, à Sciences Po, à la mémoire de Laurent.

Moi je ne suis pas un poète comme Laura, non plus un musicien comme Ali, mais quand même ; la tradition de mon pays m’amène à raconter des histoires.

Yesterday, as I was dinning at the Cité Universitaire –you know, a lot of noise, a lot of people talking and minding their own business- something amazingly wonderful happened. Suddenly, a little bird came in flying in the large dining hall, and placed himself on a pillar by the middle of the room. As soon as he found a good spot, he started chirping. I was delighted, it had been four months in gray Paris since the last time I had heard a bird sing, and I was happy to hear it. However it seemed not many people noticed what was happening. Just as sudden as he decided to came in and delight us with his serenade, he took the decision to leave, and flew out of the room. Yet, I was happy, for his gift of a minute had been enough to make my day. I looked around, and I noticed that some people shared my thoughts and my smile. It could be seen right in their faces, for they were not sad because of it leaving so soon, but because of the little change he had made. Only some people can appreciate those little things.

Today, as we were preparing this amphi for our friend Laurent’s ceremony, as Yumiko and Soushiant showed us the pictures and as well right in this very moment with you all present, I look around and I recognize your faces. It was us who had the kindness at heart that let us appreciate the beautiful gift that Laurent’s friendship had in it. His care, his thought, his warmth, was never underestimated, and he arrived to change a little those he touched, for he would deny not his friendship. For a majority of us he arrived quite late in our lives, and we all share the opinion he departed rather abruptly. But as it happened with that little bird, it is smiles that I see, for Laurent’s good thoughts; care and warmth remain in our hearts, his friends and his family’s. These faces share the same smile we should gift our friend.

In my country, Mexico -his visits of which Laurent liked to talk and ask me about-, we fear only one thing more that death and that is forgetfulness. We die the day we are forgotten. Let us remember Laurent by a simple but meaningful gesture, a smile, for it is one that he left in our faces everyday, and it is one respect we can pay to him better than our sorrows.

Ruben Alberto Moreno Zavala