Last June I was echoing the blues comic strip authors, who did not miraculously evaporated after the summer and autumn and even to be in tune with the times so to speak ironically, it would tend to have intensified. The new indicator of the blues of the authors is a report produced by the Charente Libre, visible on its website, which points the situation lackluster four authors who know or believe have been successful but deplore the obvious degradation and their conditions work, and dissemination of their works, and their income from them. On this evidence adds one more reactions here and there, starting with the observation of working conditions in the last report of KDD, a comment the writer Tarek fired on an article picked up by Médiapart ActuaBD and large number of exchanges on social networks, often vexed and fatalistic. Unfortunately this is added to the actual degradation of the profession through initiatives such as ambiguous and destabilizing My Major Company BD. The Angoulême Festival in four weeks promises to be the sounding of the blues (I dare not speak of anger, though I think it is not far) in the media and in which bubbles expose publishers and market players. Of course, the section of the Charente Libre and the annual CALL also intended to point to things on this occasion, so that individuals are faced with both a reality and its responsibilities. More than ever I recommend each other to discuss and explore ways that are both realistic and proactive fruitful new ways of working together. Under penalty of what's serious clashes are expected, which I am not going to predict the outcome but on the other hand I sense they will offer a unique reorganization of forces in the comics market. And you, what do you think?. Yesterday BD journalist and animation, now a consultant in communication and writer on my (rare) free time, I try through this blog to testify, exchange, display, disclose, question, dig, wander , wrong, admit and, secondarily about comics. Established in January 2009, the blog of the Comptoir BD welcomes you at any time, always with a smile and curiosity. You will take out a small coupet?. More seriously and personally I feel (unfortunately) very concerned and supportive. The initiatives such as Tarek is to follow, especially in an economic climate that will allow a pauperization of comic creators I do that Sunday night, at the invitation of my charming colleague Yumiko, j Welcome to the new version of the blog! Yes j The vision of the documentary last week retracing the hunt for Klaus Barbie twisted my stomach and pulled a few tears. I am not immune to stories of rescues of people persecuted for their nationality, religion or sexual preference, the heroism of citizens who have stood one day against any other reason, who found a way to still higher life hiding fugitives and by paying for years of imprisonment, torture, exile or death. Some films inspiring the fate of the Jews have succeeded beyond their artifices, to me icing and upset me – and the Pianist by Roman Polanski, which defenestrate see old men or disabled in the Warsaw Ghetto was under the counter can opener me intolerable, among other horrors. Au revoir les enfants is probably one of my most painful memories film as a teenager, and I will not dwell on Schindler's List, whose ambiguous shower scene continues to question me about the limits of genre. I believe, like many people, being deeply aware of the horror of the Holocaust, both from a cultural point of view, historical and, more profoundly, in my condition as a human being terrorized by the finding that men were able to do "it" to other men when I know more physically violent in my daily life it is the slow Caveman veneers on front All Blacks .. Certainly there are other forms of violence – social one, but in my cocoon of middle-class citizen, I respect it away and I will lie if I said it worries me every day, except to note that the insecurity is perhaps behind my door in the medium term, like many whose future remains uncertain. Because I did not like this album. He left me cold, I did not really adhered to the history of this sweet little girl persecuted. The story is a succession of clichés, commonplaces, which not affect me because I've seen them ten times , at Mr. Batignoles or The Old Man and the child, or even the ace .. I do not question the sincerity of the authors – as I do not argue that their colleagues on subjects much less sensitive, but I do not want to hang, perhaps by a feeling of saturation, dirty or cultural assumptions weariness, I do not know. On reflection, what could I expect to face the banality of the events exposed, which in reality took place hundreds of thousands of times (millions?) Throughout Europe, with more or less favorable outcomes ? I expect, of course not necessarily dramatic or the audacity of such stories, although sometimes, for example, Train of Life Radu Mihaileanu, joy and intelligence may seem of terror. Therefore, a priori unassailable album on its intent and about, but that leaves me in marble, that means I'm not a good reader. In ordinary times, I do not speak of albums that I find ways – but there, for the reasons stated above, I appeal to your opinion and your arguments. Yesterday BD journalist and animation, now a consultant in communication and writer on my (rare) free time, I try through this blog to testify, exchange, display, disclose, question, dig, wander , wrong, admit and, secondarily about comics. Established in January 2009, the blog of the Comptoir BD welcomes you at any time, always with a smile and curiosity. You will take out a small coupet?. That sounds like normal reaction. J