Anger rumbles like a summer storm among the inhabitants. “We murder our childhood, our memories, the beneficial shadow of our summers,” says a young woman, showing the stumps of still smoking trees. Environmental associations speak of a “chainsaw rampage” which recalls the worst hours of wild deforestation.
This ecological bleeding is wreaking havoc far beyond the slaughtered woods. A whole ecosystem waves: birds, dislodged like squatters, go around in circles above what was their kingdom. The small mammals, true homeless of this disaster, wandered in a landscape that has become lunar.
The local and municipal authorities, however engaged in a race against the climate watch, shine by their absence. The silence of administrations resonates like a thunderclap in this ecological storm.
“Each tree falling is a page in our history that goes up in smoke,” sighs a retired teacher. In this frantic race against the clock, a question burns all the lips: who will finally hold out to stop this hemorrhage before the point of no return?
