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𝑠𝑢𝑗𝑒𝑡 : 𝐵𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑢𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑣𝑎𝑙 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑎 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖 𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑢𝑠 𝑑𝑒 10 𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑛𝑑 (𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑟 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒). 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒́𝑒 𝑑𝑢 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑣𝑎𝑙.
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« 𝗨𝗻 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘂𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻 𝗱𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝗶𝗻, 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲 𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝘂𝘁, 𝗹𝗮 𝗰𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗹𝗮 𝗽𝗹𝘂𝘀 𝘃𝗼𝗹𝘂𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗾𝘂𝗶 𝗱'𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗶𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗱, 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲, 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗲́𝗲.
𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲 𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗿, 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗿 𝗮̀ 𝗹'𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗲, 𝗱𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗹𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗲 𝗾𝘂'𝗶𝗹𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗿, 𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗹𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗿 𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝗻. 𝗟𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗲́ 𝗲𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝘂𝘃𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘆𝗲́𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗼𝘂𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗱'𝘂𝗻𝗲 𝗲́𝗽𝗮𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗯𝗼𝗻, 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗴𝗿𝗲́ 𝗹𝗮 𝗱𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲 𝗹𝗮 𝘃𝗲𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲, 𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗯𝗶𝗲𝗻 𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗹 𝗱𝗲 𝗻𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝘀 𝗹𝗮̂𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲.
𝗟𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗾𝘂'𝘂𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮̀ 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗶́𝘁𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝘂 𝗽𝘂𝗶𝘁, 𝘂𝗻𝗲 𝗷𝗼𝗶𝗲 𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘂𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗹𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘂𝗿𝘀. 𝗖𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗼𝘂𝗵𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲 𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲 𝗱'𝘂𝗻 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘃𝗮𝗹, 𝘂𝗻 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘃𝗮𝗹 𝗾𝘂𝗶 𝗮 10 𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗱𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝘁 𝗾𝘂𝗶 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗲̀𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗽𝘂𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀 𝗱𝗲 𝗰𝗲𝘁 𝗲𝗻𝗳𝗲𝗿, 𝗱𝗲 𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝘂𝘅 𝘁𝗲́𝗻𝗲̀𝗯𝗿𝗲𝘀.
𝗢𝗻 𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝘂𝘀 𝗮̀ 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘂𝗿𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝗶𝗿𝗮𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱'𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗰 𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗽𝘀 𝗯𝗿𝘂𝗻, 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗱𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲.
𝗧𝗢𝗨𝗦 𝗦𝗔𝗩𝗔𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗚 𝗤𝗨𝗘 𝗖'𝗘𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗧 𝗕𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘, 𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗦 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗡𝗘 𝗡𝗘 𝗟𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗡𝗔𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗔𝗜𝗧.
𝗜𝗹 𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗲́𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗱𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗮̂𝗴𝗲 𝗲𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲. 𝗕𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲, 𝗹𝘂𝗶, 𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗲𝘂𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗲́𝘀, 𝗹'𝗲́𝘁𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗾𝘂𝗶 𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗮̀ 𝗹'𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝗷𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲́𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝘂𝗶 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗲̀𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗲𝘁 𝘂𝗻𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗲𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲́ 𝗹𝘂𝗶 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝘂𝘅 𝘆𝗲𝘂𝘅.
𝗦𝗲𝘀 𝗽𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗾𝘂𝗶 𝗻'𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝗹𝘂𝘀 𝗹𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗱'𝘂𝗻𝗲 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝗹𝘂𝗺𝗶𝗲̀𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝘂𝗶 𝗯𝗿𝘂̂𝗹𝗲 𝗹𝗲 𝗰𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗮𝘂 𝗱'𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗴𝗶𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘂𝘀𝗲𝘀.
𝗖'𝗲́𝘁𝗮𝗶𝘁 𝗹'𝗲́𝘁𝗲́, 𝗶𝗹 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘂𝗱 𝗲𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗽𝘀 𝗮 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗶𝗱, 𝗼𝗻 𝘆 𝘃𝗶𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝗹𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝘀𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗮𝘂.
𝗗𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗾𝘂'𝗶𝗹 𝗻'𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗹𝘂𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗶𝘁𝘂𝗲́ 𝗮̀ 𝗰𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘁 𝗾𝘂'𝘂𝗻 𝗱𝗼𝘂𝘅 𝗲𝘂𝗽𝗵𝗲́𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗺𝗲...
𝗘𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 ? 𝗘𝘁 𝗯𝗶𝗲𝗻, 𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗮 𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲. 𝗦𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀 𝗱𝗲 𝗹𝗮 𝘃𝘂𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝗻𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲, 𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗹 𝗹'𝗼𝘂𝗶̈𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝘂𝘁 𝗹𝗲 𝗴𝘂𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝘂 𝗺𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗮 𝗹𝗮 𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗶𝘁𝗲́. 𝗦𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗲̂𝘁, 𝗹𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗯𝗲. 𝗠𝗮𝗶𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗲 𝗺𝗲́𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗶𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗱𝘂 𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗽𝗲̀𝗱𝗲 : 𝗶𝗹 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗶𝘁 𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝗰𝗲 𝘃𝗼𝘆𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗻'𝗲́𝘁𝗮𝗶𝘁 𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝗱𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝗴𝗿𝘂𝗲𝘀 𝗲𝗻 𝗲́𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.
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