Yesterday I took a miraculous medicine that eased the pain for what happened in Paris on Friday night. I went sailing. I woke up Saturday morning with a heavy veil of sadness that I could not drive out, but above all I felt threatened in my freedom. Alone, with my little lasers that possess 25 years, I have reinforced the wing, slid the boat into the water, hauled the sheet and left.

An hour and a half pushed by the wind, in contact with the water, with the sea in the face. I cheered, medicine output sailing I have done well, the heart, soul, mind, body. Why sailing means freedom, who is passionate knows.

Attempting the crowds that freedom from jihadist terrorist action that has caused hundreds of deaths and so much pain. The freedom that is now written in our DNA, cultivated for centuries by our Western society. Freedom means considering natural fun, dance, eat at the restaurant, watch a football game, listen to music, drink alcohol, have sex, to use the words you want to say what we want, to go to sea. Freedom is an enemy that jihadism can not even imagine to defeat. And enjoy the passion of sailing helps man to understand how valuable and good for freedom. A powerful medicine.