French Resistance

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Some day around winter 1987, I was emptying the attic of a house in Tours (France). An old lady selling her house to go in a retirement home gave all the stuff in the attic to her niece, and the niece gave part of it to me. In a box, I found a bunch of very small plastic dolls. They could have fit in a pocket. They were toys from WWII given to the orphans; the ladies from the red cross used to sew the little cloths for them. I also found a survival box parachuted during the war with inside its full content of American biscuits. I found magazines and newspapers. A full life from WWII and I always wondered why the biscuits had not been eaten.

Years later in August 2012, I met with a man called Pierre Rossignol in Loches, 40 km South of Tours. He was 92 when I met him. He used to call himself a resistant and the city would refer to him has a WWII veteran. He would be on the podium of each celebration remembering the victims of the war, and local newspapers would cite him as one of local WWII heroes. I found this picture of him with the beret and the medals.

When I met Mr Rossignol, he was willing to tell me his captivity in Guinea, how he became a pharmacist and how he escaped from the war. He was 19 years old at the beginning of WWII in 1939. He refused mobilisation and fled to Africa where he married another pharmacist. They both settled in Guinea where they started a prolific business with a pharmacy, a cargo boat, a photography and radio shop, a gold booth and a steady activity as director of the airport of Conakry.

On Winter 1954, l’AbbĂ© Pierre took on radios to call on the generosity of people. He started the EmmaĂĽs movement to provide housing for the poor. My mother was 9 years old, living modestly in the countryside of France with a widowed foster mother and 3 of her siblings. In 1954, she already had been a foster kid for 5 years as a consequence of the war. My mother lost twice a father. Her foster father had been the private driver of the Rothchild banker, and he left Paris when the Rothchild fled to England. Before the war, him and his wife had been living the life in Paris, going to operas, theaters and restaurants. The war brought them in a small village, hiding their passed life in Paris.

Mr Rossignol never had children but he had a niece who was living next to him in an attendant house. He had a small bourgeois house, three story, a large garden, a dismembered plane in the garden, an old Mercedes rusting under a tree, a light blue American car in the garage covered with a plastic tarp, an office opening on the garden, and behind the office, an access to his caves. He was the owner of 27 km of caves under the city of Loches, a place, where beside being a pharmacist, he used to grow mushrooms. Part of the caves were covered with bags of horse manure and inside, the ghost dirt of this mushroom little industry.

Mr Rossignol was small, smaller than his niece. He used to receive me in the dinning room. Passed the front gate of the house, you would enter a patio and on the right, three or four steps. Passing the entrance door of the house, there was a corridor with a stair going up and down. On the right was the kitchen, then behind, his old office full of books and archives. On the left was the living room full of African trinkets, ivory, bronzes, a fireplace, some shelves and a large table. He would sit there all day, as if it was his office and he had his lunches with his niece in the kitchen.

Age 92, he had tried to write his memoire several times and he would respond any interviews, even those you dit not ask. As I did not know before I met him, Mr Rossignol was something special, something you would only believe had existed in fiction. I would probably have never met him if I hadn’t created a startup, if I hadn’t bought machines and if EDF hadn’t refused to connect my machines to the proper voltage. Circumstances brought me to consult local ads when I met a neighbor of Mr Rossignol, who told me that the old man might want to rent his building. Beside being a pharmacist and the owner of a mushroom company, Mr Rossignol was also the owner of a truck company specialized with the Middle East, and especially Iraq. The company had been closed for about 20 years when Mr Rossignol had a stroke and nobody, beside his henchman, a freemason and former engineer, had ever been in the building ever since.

I had a startup to run, with employees and machines. I was so desperate for electricity that I contacted Mr Rossignol, “just in case”. He accepted to receive me in his home, and the very first time I met him, he told me his story and his life in Conakry, him being imprisoned by Sekou TourĂ©, left for dead, and then released in April 1962. My father had just died in May 2012 in a “car accident” and my mood at this time was compassionate with the old man. I heard the story of Mr Rossignol with a real empathy until I came to really understand the kind of man he was.

My first meeting with Mr Rossignol, I felt lucky he had received me. I though that maybe he was interested with my startup, maybe he was interested to help, maybe also we could find an arrangement where I would rent the building for a year and then buy it. He agreed to rent the building for two years and he agreed to sell it, a real beautiful spot high on the hill with lot of space where I could have developed my wood construction business. After the deception and struggle I had with EDF, I though that maybe I shall open my mind on different solutions and maybe, think bigger. I was already the owner of two small wood workshops, and there, with this new building, I could have brought investors in the game to buy and develop a bigger business, restore the building and have more machines, more storage, more offices and a real Research and Development structure with engineers and architects. It changed everything of my financial projections, but I found an agreement with Mr Rossignol to trade part of the rent against my work to clean, to sell his stuff and to fix the building. And in fact, I did not have much other choice after I had tried other options to rent a warehouse from the city.

The following are videos of my two small wood workshops when I bought the machines for my startup, then you see the building I was renting from Mr Rossignol and the transformation made to it. Globally, it was a mess at the beginning when I took it, full of trucks, engines, oil, parts, tires, trailers and piles of dirt and cars. I have cleaned everything. First I cleaned the area where you can see my employees working, then I cleaned all other areas in order to bring investors and develop the business. I hired a mechanic to fix the cars and sell them. One truck went in a museum. Two trailers were sent in Africa by a company from Paris. Engines were sold to collectors, people who buy and restore old vehicles. I have put the videos of the Renault 4L in this playlist, because the car will become the “Ultima Bond” in my cartoons.

The following photographies show the plan of my small workshop and the pictures of my machines, old woodwork machines that I had upgraded with new functionalities, more security and automations. Lastly, I put some pictures of my house, one of the oldest houses in the village that was featured in many tourists guides. The wood workshops were just behind the house. The house and the workshops were both connected to the grid, but EDF denied to increase the voltage, despite hiring a professional electrician. This forced me to to look for alternative solutions. In Mr Rossignol’s warehouse, I had to pay for an new electrical board that EDF had denied in my own workshops. I also had to move all the machines what resulted in additional costs. This is a situation where EDF had a monopoly and I had no choice than to move out of my own workshop.

I created my company in a context where France was more interested with buying large industrial tools from Germany. The K2i from Hundegger as shown on the pictures below, was “THE” machine at this time for whom wanted to invest half a million euros. I created my company to carry my innovations and demonstrate my prototypes in real situation. I did not feel the need to invest half a million and I could have never invested half a million. This is the postulate for every inventors, taking the risks, paying their research, financing their patents and selling their prototypes in a competitive context where big companies just want to become bigger whatever it takes to swallow new clients. At a certain point, they kill smaller companies, competitiveness, innovation and the dynamics of a rich diversity. In the industrial context of France, large companies don’t buy smaller innovative ones. They rather kill the owner.

Few weeks before I met Mr Rossignol, him and his niece had been violently attacked by hooded men who kept them both tied to a chair overnight. The men were looking for something in the house and Mr Rossignol was still worried when I met him. After telling me his story, he asked me to record a conversation on the phone with a former of his employees who smuggled Sumerian clay bricks back from Iraq. On the first audio, you can hear Mr Rossignol testing the record machine by calling his niece.

Then you can hear him calling his former employee, a truck driver, who mentioned that the Sumerian clay bricks had been smuggled from Iraq at the request of Francis Bouygues who gave them to him through an intermediary. When the driver arrived in France, he gave the bricks to Mr Rossignol who kept them toward him in his house. Age 92, Mr Rossignol was apparently worry that after all the years having those bricks toward him, while he could have given them up before, and after full night tighten on a chair just few weeks before I met him, he then suddenly felt the urge to show me those bricks and record a phone call.

Mr Rossignol was wishing me to get rid of the Sumerian bricks so I went to Hotel Drouot in Paris to get a free expertise and receive some advise on what to do. Drouot did not want to confirm if the bricks were real and they were not interested in conducting further research or even advising what to do with them. I brought the bricks back to Mr Rossignol and that was about it, but Mr Rossignol kept going with his stories, Africa, the caves, and constant new reasons for talk. One day, he brought me to his 27 km caves and started to show his personality. I had seen the old man almost sympathetic before. He showed me the other man that he had been younger, dark, cynical, abusive and above the laws, someone who does not abide by any law at all, except the laws of his pyramidal network.

It is difficult to imagine how a little man may have had so many jobs as Mr Rossignol. In Africa, he had cumulated pharmacy, with photography, radio and gold. He had learnt the profession of assistant pharmacist as a kid in the very small city of Loches. His father was a wood worker, making carts for transportation by horse. Mr Rossignol became a pharmacy apprentice around age 12 and age 19, he fled to Africa. He told me several times that a relative from Loches wanted him to enter the “special forces” and as he refused, he fled to Guinea. During the liberation, he told me that he followed the medical corps as a pharmacist and later in the city of Loches, he built his own pharmacy. In his home, he also had a laboratory and had a passion for mushrooms. He bought the caves to produce “Champignon de Paris” that he would sell to local industries for the production of can food. More surprisingly, he created the transportation company to convoy trucks back and forth with Iraq and the USSR. He had a permanent visa with Iraq and USSR.

People, in the city of Loches used to talk about Mr Rossignol, how he built his pharmacy without permit, how he used to fly over people’s home with his plane, how the network from Paris would arrange his affairs, how he ruined the life of many locals. Everybody always wondered how a simple pharmacy assistant could ever build a pharmacy, over pass not having a permit, buy 27 km caves, buy his property, own over 30 trucks and his building. He even had planed to build an airport for his business. Between the moment he left Loches in 1939 to the moment he returned in April 1962, Mr Rossignol had spent a life at creating a fortune and then losing this fortune in Guinea, but he had many influential connections among the men of the Foccart Networks in Africa, in Paris and the countryside of France. Mr Rossignol had been freed from jail in Guinea by President Charles de Gaulle and he repaid his freedom with his service to French companies, Total, Bouygues, EDF and even the French army.

Mr Rossignol told me how in 1962, his wife had to fly to Switzerland in order to meet with his attorney. The French government had led her money that she transported in two heavy suitcases while she was sick with a brain tumor. In 1960, she had fled Africa after being confiscated all their properties in Guinea and in 1962, she was broke, living from the loans of the government. A government that later paid for everything against services, the pharmacy, the house, the laboratory, the caves and the trucking company. Mr Rossignol has rendered many services to the Foccart Networks helping them with the logistics to expend the French influence with Iraq and the USSR. It was probably a new mission for him when he met with me. I always felt a probability that his abduction was indeed a contract, a way to bring him and his niece to agree at renting the building, selling it and more…

Mr Rossignol brought me several times to his caves and you could see that he was happy, it was his playground besides being an expedition. The building I was renting was right up the road. You would walk a little bit down the road and find Mr Rossignol’s house on the right. The house was behind high walls and almost invisible from the street. Down the street again, at the very end on the left, you would find the entrance to the caves. Next to the entrance, Mr Rossignol used to laugh at seeing the house left on the entrance where his manager would abuse the girls from the orphanage. He was guiding me in this horrific compound where the caves where inhabited with ghosts. “Here” he said, “we had to reinforce the cave, but there is a body behind the walls… here, some people were machine-gunned during the war… oh, and by the way, don’t be surprised if you find some bones in the building, we moved some dirt from the cemetery… did I tell you that the 2CV n°5 was buried behind the building, right next to the oil containers.” For him, it was like remembering an epoch, and he knew his caves by heart, walking all around and knowing his way in the long labyrinth of corridors. Despite his age and diabetes, his excitement in the caves was palpable. He was happy to narrate the death of people as if it had given him power. I could feel his excitement in the middle of the caves, knowing that he could have pushed me down a ravine. The tone of his voice, the speed of his voice had changed. His gesture, the way to make his shoulders stiff and large, the hands inside his coat looking at me. With the flash light and the shadows of the cave, the reverberation of the voice and the immensity of the nodes of corridors, maybe you would have wondered if some dead bodies had ever been buried in the mushroom bags.

The following are pictures from the internet. I do not have any pictures from the caves of Mr Rossignol, but this was the kind of bags he had inside the cave. There were no mushrooms, just the dirt. Some areas of the cave had electricity while deeper inside it was all dark.

On the internet, we find some pictures of the caves from people who entered illegally the caves of Mr Rossignol by the castle. They probably did not go all the way through to the mushroom bags. This is what they describe:

Entering the underground passages of Loches was leaving the silhouette of the imposing castle behind us to sink into a maze of undergrounds with dark walls. Slightly oppressive darkness due, among other things, to the intense activity that took place in these places a few decades before: the intensive cultivation of mushrooms. The network of corridors itself is very extensive, the galleries scattering all over the place along the main, very wide axes. Here and there very beautiful frescoes of old quarrymen drawn in charcoal on the walls, here an old well sinking into the water table, with its charming little pulley still present; there another well rising to the surface, offering a very pleasant play of light. Some tenants intrigued by our presence, these little bats hidden in the crevices appreciated the freshness of the place. And it is in the simplest logic that we got lost in this maze that would make Minos blush with jealousy, and finding the exit was not an easy task in these galleries which all look alike. The tortuous underground passages of Loches preserve an exceptional heritage and a discreet fauna, both very fragile, which slumber peacefully in the silence and the darkness of the place.

Mr Rossignol brought me 3 or 4 times to his cave, each time going deeper in the depth of the dark. The last time, we went all through to the other side where the cave opens behind a gate to the castle. This time, he almost panicked, probably because of his diabetes. Maybe also some souvenirs he would not tell that the broken gate would make him worry. One day, while cleaning the office in the trucking building, I found two passports which I gave to him. He said: “oh those are probably people we have eliminated“. Sadly, over time, he became more confident, showing me his real office down the stairs from the house. There, he had a kind of back office with printing machines. The room was rectangular with one access to another technical room and in this room a wooden door opening to a corridor that he had dug himself under the road to access his 27 km caves. From the rectangular room, another door opening to a small room, no window, nothing except a safe larger than him summerly hidden behind some shelves. He said that he had made this room to abduct Sekou TourĂ©. From the rectangular room another door opening to his office and there a library of books that he showed me as his “world”. They were no books about the pharmacy or mushrooms, but rather political and geography books. In the middle of the mess he had a computer next to the window and I am not sure if he ever used it other than for receiving emails.

Having several companies in several fields, Mr Rossignol was known to his employees, their children and grandchildren. He thus benefited from a flourishing local network, to which are added the Roms established in Loches, old families settled in caravans campgrounds, authorized or not, and who, for some of them, professionalized theft as a way of living. One day, Mr Rossignol came to the warehouse with a Rom “religious father” of Loches, probably a Manouche, well dressed in black with a large coat, a tie, white shirt and a hat. My employees were terrified. He looked like a man directly imported from Sicilia, dark voice, dark eyes and spying on everything. Roms in Europe are gang members. The most remarkable aspect is their clandestinity, whether at school, in public administrations or for housing. They are often criticized for switching identity between family members, appearing in several places at the same time and being established in networks throughout Europe. Several aristocratic families in France are protecting the Roms and offering shelter on their lands.

Having lived in Conakry, Mr Rossignol was probably a “Gaullist“. It is very often misunderstood for the French how Africa played a role during WWII and it is only after I came in the United-States and started to investigate my own story, that I have learned about the African networks. Trying to learn more about Mr Rossignol, I also learned more about Guinea, the resistance of Samory TourĂ©, the administration of camp Boilo by Siaka TourĂ©, Charles de Gaulle in Guinea and Sekou TourĂ©. I can imagine how after the rebellions of Samory TourĂ©, the French colonial army probably reinforced its settlement in Conakry and how it may have become a bastion for the French Liberation Army. Only aged 19 years old, I can imagine Mr Rossignol arriving by boat in Conakry and then, by providing various services to the French resistance in Africa, to continue his business in Africa. In August 1940, General de Gaulle wanted to attack the Vichy forces from Conakry and by searching into Mr Rossignol’s life, I am discovering two front of WWII, in France and Africa. Mr Rossignol was 22 years old when the Allies took the North of Africa. François Mitterrand was 26, Jacques Foccart 29 and Jacques Chirac only 10. Mr Rossignol and Jacques Foccart probably knew each other. They probably had a colonial perception of Africa, racial, authoritarian, greedy and they could probably have been friends.

Searching into Mr Rossignol’s life, I am learning how General George Patton, other than his extraordinary force of character, may have played a symbolic and communicative role during the war to face the French government of Vichy in Africa and its French Admiral Platon. “Platon”, as if the French army constantly needed a virgin.

At the time of WWII, the black units of the American army may have played a crucial role in reconquering North Africa, then allowing Allied forces to enter Europe through Italy. The name of General Patton and those black American forces may have confused both of the French, the German and the African soldiers. Most importantly, their presence by the side of American troops may have shown a force that the local African populations may have perceived as if Allies had already won the war.

France had two territories, not only in France, but also in Africa and among those territories, Conakry had become the Point de RĂ©sistance of the French army. The army was neither supportive of the German forces, and neither supportive of the English ones that they saw as an enemy willing to steal French colonial territories. The American presence in North Africa may have risen a new kind of French nationalism that became Gaullist with its African anti-American sentiment.

The city of Loches during WWII was at the frontier between two other Frances, the occupied zone administered by the Nazis and the free zone administered by Vichy and the government of PĂ©tain. The dolls in the attic were found in the occupied zone while the building of Mr Rossignol was located in the free zone. The 27 km caves between the castle and the old city of Loches still circulates underground the streets, the houses and the cemetery. They may have represented the loam where African networks have taken roots in France, far from Conakry, but close enough for a little man to connect both France and Africa.

The exact story of Mr Rossignol is unknown to me, but one day Mr Rossignol brought me to his safe, opened the door and showed me the content. There was some gold, several bags, some papers and a small metallic box. Within the metallic box were several small glass bottles filled up with a white powder. “That’s how we finished the Americans” he said with a very dramatic face and I felt that he was saying it intentionally to threaten or to scare me. Mr Rossignol took two bottles that he put in his pocket, and while only the two of us were in the room, while he was watching me gravely, he said: “there is one for me“. I remember shaking and willing to run away. This is the last day I say Mr Rossignol in his house.

Things after that get very confused in my mind. How to understand that in 2012, I was propelled in the dramatic story of an old man like Mr Rossignol. How to even understand that I was renting his very large building. How to understand that within my company, another man was close to him from the African networks. His name was Christophe Ranchon-Ginoux, a Compagnon du Devoir du Tour de France who was presented to me by a man called Daniel Coudert, the Director of the Institut de la Charpente in Angers. Christophe Ranchon-Ginoux was also the son of the former chef of President Omar Bongo in Gabon. How to understand that a man called Carl Thiercelin contacted me on behalf of his Woodland company when I was in Langres to offer to build two of his projects between Tours and Loches. Carl Thiercelin’s parents had a manufacture to sew ties and scarves for Hermès, the luxury garment and perfumes company. I left Langres and went back to Loches because Mr Thiercelin offered me the two projects without even knowing how he had found me in Haute-Marne. General de Gaulle was from Haute-Marne and I moved there because people were willing to develop their forest and wood industries.

“If you don’t have an eyewitness, then you’re going to have to build a circumstantial case,” Field explained. “And if the circumstances place the two of them in the same place, at the same time or near the time of her death, that’s circumstantial evidence that, he was involved in her death. Not proof — but circumstantial evidence.”

I was originally from the city of Tours. The Champagne-Ardenne Region has paid for my innovations, my research, my patents, engineering, public laboratories and I had in Haute-Marne a department the size of an industry, forest, sawmills, carpenters, forest owners both public and private. I had a real collaborative network with people of real knowledge about the forest and the woods. Pulling me out of this network was a way to isolate me.

In November 4 and 5, 2010, I participated a meeting with a professional organisation in Epinal, France. During this meeting, the organization asked me to animate a “round table” with Daniel Coudert, cited above. I “met” again indirectly with Daniel Coudert during a one day seminary in Paris organized on November 29, 2010, where I was invited by the rural branch of the European Commission to explain my research on architecture and forestry. I participated a round table during a general assembly and I animated a workshop in smaller groups. Daniel Coudert registered to attend my group. My presentation was to explain how an ethnographic approach of architecture can lead to innovation and patents, with industrial processes and a better use of local woods. The public meeting was a debate on the methodology to introduce hardwoods in modern architecture. I never met Mr Coudert directly, but on May 11, 2012, I received a phone call from him to recommend Christophe Ranchon-Ginoux as manager for my team of carpenters. I had sent emails to all carpentry schools of the Compagnons du Devoir in France, Mr Coudert said that he had been informed that I was recruiting and had someone to recommend me. Christophe Ranchon-Ginoux was not living in my area, but the Compagnons du Devoir du Tours de France relocated him and supplied him with housing in Loches. What I learnt later, the father of Christophe Ranchon-Ginoux had been a chef in the airport of Conakry at the same time when Mr Rossignol was the Director of the very same airport. I met Mr Rossignol after recruiting Christophe Ranchon-Ginoux under a long-term contract and after EDF had declined to increase the power of my workshops.

In 2015, when I started to investigate my story, I found that the father of Daniel Coudert was Jacques Coudert, former senator of Corrèze from 1971 to 1980. He was a member of RPR and a close relative to Jacques Chirac, both geographically and politically. In 1948 he was the Vice-president of the Syndicate of electrification of the municipalities of Diège. He then became a member of the Board of Governors of EDF and Gaz de France from 1972.

“He is particularly interested in agricultural issues. His committee appointed him as rapporteur for the law regulating the professions of agricultural and land expert and forestry expert: on this occasion he welcomed the fact that the title of expert could no longer be attributed but to “confirmed professionals”, renowned for their competence, independence and impartiality. ”(June 14, 1972)

I entered the incubator of Champagne-Ardenne on December 2010. I was the only woman ever incubated in this region and the first, over all incumbents of France, to ever get a budget over $50,000. As being a woman in an industry mainly dominated by male, I was challenged to prove in 6 months what men can usually prove in 18 months and I had to pass 2 juries instead of one. Discrimination did not stop me, and for 18 months, I have conducted research on the field by meeting forest owners (public and private), sawmills owners (small and big), carpenters (large groups and family owned companies). I met investors and participated several trainings. I met bankers, accountants, mayors, economical organizations. I enrolled with the organization of architects to represent this organization on public fairs and exhibits where I could meet with the public. I participated concourses as a jury member. I participated an inventors’ fair mainly oriented to connect inventors with investors, and there I was pirated my ideas.

Jean-Pierre Raffarin, who is the “Mr China” of Gaullism has used my work for his own political success, stealing my ideas and building my project with imported woods and imported workers from Eastern Europe. The budget was closed with one million euros from Dalkia, which is a subsidiary of EDF, to build off grid cabins on a lake.

While Mr Raffarin was manipulating his numbers, my mother was fighting for her life. On the morning of May 11, 2012, I received a phone call from Daniel Coudert offering to connect me with Christophe Ranchon-Ginoux in order to recruit him as a staff manager. The same day in the evening, the bank called me to approve my loan of €80,000 euros to bring in the capital of my startup. One hour later, the gendarmerie (rural police that belongs to the army) called to tell me that my parents had an accident. My father was dead and my mother had multiple injuries. As a result of so many broken bones and bruises, she developed a pulmonary emboly and her life was threatened from May 11, 2012 to the end of October 2012. She stayed two weeks in hospital and then I organized to have her hospitalized at home. My cat was so traumatized that he died one week after my father. My mother still lives until today with pain and trauma. She has no souvenir of this day except seeing my father dead before she collapsed. Few hours before the accident, they met some friends and had an orange juice. One of their friends is a political active member of the RPR and a former civilian army personnel from the CEA atomic. After investigation, the gendarmerie concluded that my father probably had a “vasovagal syncope”. On his deathbed, the left leg was about 8 cm shorter than the right. The wheel had crushed his rib cage and the funeral had to make a facial reconstruction to present him to the family. They have tapped his face to remove him from the car. My mother had mesenteric disinsertion, 3 broken vertebrae, her right harm still has nervous damage and she staid in a full body shell for a week. Luckily, she felt asleep which she never does, and because her body was completely asleep, she was damaged, but alive. My uncle, who is a fireman, said that she miraculously survived considering the devastation of the car. Since my mother never sleep in a car, I believe that my parents had been given drugs before driving.

One week before the accident of my parents, Alain Juillet, who worked with Jean-Pierre Raffarin on the reorganization of the French Secret Services, was creating a new freemason lodge in Tours, the GL-AMF. Tours in 2012, was famous for its “Chinese Mariages” organized by the Mayor Jean Germain. Alain Juillet is in the middle of the first picture. After being the Director of DGSE (Direction gĂ©nĂ©rale de la SĂ©curitĂ© ExtĂ©rieure), he is now working with the Russian Channel RT Media. The GL-AMF is suspected to be connected to the Athanor assassination from the “Barbouzes” of DGSE. Here again, it is hard to believe that Alain Juillet could not have been involved considering his role with DGSE.

The chance that so many people connected to Jacques Chirac would all at once be there for this series of events is just difficult to believe, people connected to the politics, to the French Secret Services, to African networks and to the dark affairs of EDF and Dalkia, but Daniel Coudert gives us a clue of the reasons that may have been behind all the troubles. His father, his wife and his son are forestry experts. They own a company that plays the intermediary between buyers and sellers of wood. China and Dalkia, both buy industrial wood in a context where the Cabinet Coudert is involved with ERDF (a branch of EDF) and Veolia (a shareholder of Dalkia with EDF) among many other companies of the African networks. We find those people at different levels of the industry for managing forest on behalf of forest owners, for selling wood, for participating R&D projects, for teaching. We find them also as experts in court and experts certified by the Minister of Agriculture, another title created by Jacques Coudert, the father of Daniel Coudert, in order to limit and control the politics on forestry.

The purpose of my company was to build real scale prototypes as part of my Research and Development activities. The following pictures show a prototype of house built with oak originally classified as “waste”, which I declassified in partnership with the Tarteret sawmill in order to convert “waste wood” into “construction wood”, using new innovative technologies. The Tarteret sawmill owns its own forest and found an interest in creating revenue from the product we were creating together. The prototype was built with 35% oak and 65% douglas. The value we created on the oak was able to increase the revenue of the sawmill and the forest owner while the house was built at a low cost of €1,200/ livable square meter, taxes included. This cost was comparable with concrete housing. I was able to define a process on the methodology to select the wood, transform the wood in small 8 x 8 cm sections, then organize the wood by categories of defaults (stain, bites, nodes) and transform it into a kit that could be assembled on site. The engineering was made in the school of Epinal by a team of 3 engineers paid by the incubator. The first transformation was made by the Tarteret sawmill and the second transformation was made in my small workshop with my old machines. If we would have been able to continue our development, we would have partnered with a network of family size sawmills and carpenters for the manufacturing of construction kits made from hardwoods.

I made my innovations affordable to existing carpenters who would have been able to transform their old machines with local French made industrial equipment. My machines where created with second hand machines. The modified parts were made in Lyon and the assembly was made by an engineering company near Paris. All the modifications I brought were reversible what meant that the old machines could be returned to their initial use. My initial investment was $80,000 to buy the machines, transform them and build the electrical board for security. I partnered with Tarteret for all the first transformation process, selecting the wood and cutting it in square sections. After prototyping, I could have subcontracted all the manufacturing with carpenters for cutting the assemblies which I could normalize with the engineering team. This normalization could have saved many small companies and many hectares of forest by increasing the revenue of a portion of the wood by 10.

Waste wood has become a very sensitive topic since the development of large wood boilers within sawmills. Those wood boilers convert wood dust ans scrap wood into hot steam in order to dry green wood into a dry commercial product. In the sawmill below, the boiler cycle between cutting the wood, making dust, collecting scrap wood and burning it is self sufficient to dry the wood into large chambers. There is no plain wood converted into dust for the boiler. The process of cutting and finishing produces enough dust for the boiler.

The electricity sector saw the opportunity to convert the steam from large wood boilers into electricity. Wood was one source of biomass among many other sources available such side roads annual cuttings, scraps from gardening, straw from agriculture and industrial wastes but the level of production to convert steam into electricity needed a larger quantity of materials. Wood was seen as a resource in a rural sector were people were fragile, isolated, exposed to a degree of uncertainty that would make them easily influenced. Forestry experts have played this role of influence where forest owners were not the operators, where they did not have a visibility on the real sectors of the wood industry. Progressively, the African networks such François Pinault, Francis Bouygues, Marcel Dassault, Jacques Chirac, have played a domination game that narrowed the wood industry with very specific “coupes blanches” of the forest, a technique that was imposed by those large companies and that cut down large portions of forest. This technique makes it very difficult to organize and diversify the wood in a large quantity of products.

Dalkia is a subsidiary of EDF which specialized in “renewable energy”, and behind this term “renewable”, there is the devastating notion that a forest does regrow. It does not take into consideration the environment, the species, the ecosystem and climate change. It does not even take into consideration the people, villages, forest workers, sawmills, carpenters, knowledge and small industries that transform the wood. In this game, there is no competition possible as shown on the following pictures:

  • Announcement effects on huge numbers that do not correspond to each other, it does not even reflects the reality;
  • Illegal deficits for the purchase of wood with long term contracts;
  • Influence peddling as seen with Daniel Coudert and his family of “experts forestiers”;
  • Constant abuse from an “elite” that works together as a trust to rob smallholders;

Farmers’ suicides in the United States refers to the national occurrences of farmers committing suicide, largely since the 1980s, partly due to their falling into debt. In the Midwest alone, over 1,500 farmers have taken their own lives since the 1980s. It mirrors a crisis happening globally: in Australia, a farmer dies by suicide every four days; in the United Kingdom, one farmer a week takes their own life; and in France it is one every two days. In India more than 270,000 farmers have died by suicide since 1995.

Numbering 15,000 in 1964, French sawmills have seen their number divided by 10 in nearly sixty years, to 1,464 in 2016. This development, wanted by the lobby of large processors (FNB) and implemented by the minister’s experts of Agriculture, responds – following the example of an agricultural world which has seen 1,610,000 farms disappear in sixty years to reach 340,000 today – to the same objective: to concentrate most of the harvest for the benefit of ” a minority in the name of the sacrosanct principle of international competition, forgetting a little quickly that the French market is the first consumer of locally processed products and that by deliberately depriving small sawmills of wood, they are condemned to death at the continuous rate of 80 sawmills per year.

“Large processors” are looting France as they looting Africa. On September 11, 2014, I was invited by the local administration of Conseil GĂ©nĂ©ral d’Indre-et-Loire to participate a “round table” with other local professionals from the wood industry. Among them, Vincent Boussiquet who won the contract to build part of the infrastructure of the floating houses “of Jean-Pierre Raffarin”. In place of a “round table”, we had a “boxing ring”, each part coming with different arguments. The Conseil GĂ©nĂ©ral made a report following the meeting. This is an abstract:

“For one or two years, there has been Industrial-Wood (BI) which has changed to Energy-Wood (BE). The new needs are due to the emergence of new boiler rooms. The price of BE has almost doubled in two years. Example at the populiculture level where we are witnessing an impoverishment of the resources to be taken for Wood-Industry. It would perhaps be important to take again the statistics on the real availability in BE and BI and compare them with the needs expressed by the new boiler rooms.

It would also be important to rework on what Wood-Energy is and should be (Redefinition): A by-product valued in biomass: BE waste is only a result.

Keeping a distribution close to the last known (2012), there would be 200,000 m3 / year for BO , 270,000 m3 / year for BI and there would remain 280,000 m3 for Wood energy , whereas from 2015, the only needs of Indre et Loire in BE would already be higher (estimate of 300,000 tonnes).

Energy takes interest in trades that are not its own and disrupts the financial balance of professionals, farmers and foresters . If the fuel needs of the boiler rooms are different (small boiler room, 20 to 25% humidity and large boiler room 50% or more), the competition is not between log wood and BE but more BE / BI .

The Conseil Général of Indre-et-Loire came to the same conclusions as me warning since 2010, that the energy sector was taking on the Industrial-Wood sectors, damaging the economy, but in 2014, my company was already technically dead because of the abundance of affairs since 2012:

  • in 2013, I had to make a police report for two acts of sabotage by two different employees on two different sites. One employee was Christophe Ranchon-Ginoux, the other was Alexandre Le-Secq, a former employee of Mr Rossignol. When I recruited him, Alexandre Le-Secq pretended that he was “Meilleur Ouvrier de France” in the woodwork category. After I investigated, the organization had never heard of him. I have spent €34,000 to repair the deteriorations caused deliberately by those two employees. The money came from the car insurance of my father, after his death;
  • the car of another employee was destroyed, windshield broken and bumps all over the car few days after Mr Rossignol came in my workshop with a gypsy;
  • another employee resigned saying that he was offered another job;
  • one customer hired a company which sabotaged the construction of his own house by filling the drainage around the foundations with heavy oily clay, a Saturday, between December 24, 2012 and January 1st, 2013 while all construction companies in France were closed. This customer told me several times that he knew Marisol Touraine and that she was his client, as if he was trying to pass a message. Marisol Touraine was a competitor of Jean-Jacques Deschamps, a former misnister of the cabinet of Jacques Chirac; this customer was brought to me by Carl Thiercelin and it ended up in court;
  • another customer pretended that a contract he had signed was a forgery while legal expertise has proven that he actually signed the document; this customer was a retired banker and a freemason; he paid me by check the same day as he signed the contract and never claimed anything for the check; this customer was brought to me by Carl Thiercelin and it ended up in court;
  • the URSSAF asked me to pay €2,360.63 on payments already made over the year by my company;
  • the RSI asked me to pay €8,900 on payments already made over the year by my company;
  • retirement administration kept harassing me with requests of payment going back to 2009 while I did not owe anything;
  • the bank, for my house, asked the anticipated payment of a loan which was proven to be completely illegal; nevertheless, the bank seized my house and my two workshops despite battling in court. At some point I gave up paying for an attorney after I left France;
  • Fiducial Expertise, the accountant of my company, terminated the fiscal year with a deficit of €92,955 what would have meant a situation of bankruptcy; I changed accountant for Grant Thornton and we have redone all the accounting from July 2012 to December 2013; Grant Thornton found a benefice of €1,374; I have paid €16,000 to redo all the accounting, additional to the $34,000 paid to repair the construction sites.

The quantity of affairs, the costs, the time, the stress had put me in extreme danger and despite hiring 3 different attorneys, I was unable to completely understand what was going on. I have been framed. I have been targeted first by Daniel Coudert, then taken out of my comfort zone in Haute-Marne by Carl Thiercelin. After the accident of my parents in May 2012, I kept working on my patents to meet the deadline of the incubator which was June 29, 2012. In July 2012, I created my startup as scheduled with the incubator. I met Mr Rossignol in August, in September we found an agreement for the building, I moved my machines in October and a Saturday between December 24 and January 1st, while all companies were closed for holiday, a client sabotaged his own construction site, something not even believable. My nanny and friend died in December 2012. My aunt and another friend died in January 2013. Acts of sabotage by my employees started in February 2013 and all the machinery went on until January 31, 2015 when I left France. Last time I was physically threatened was 3 days before I left. I have continued to battle after I arrived in the United-States but only to finalize the legal closing of my company. On January 7, 2015, the terrorist attack of Charlie Hebdo had killed 12 people and injured 11. On December 5, 2014, I had sent my “Manifeste pour la Filière Bois” (Manifesto for the Wood Industry) by email to Charlie Hebdo where I mentioned the politics behind the costs of construction. I selected Charlie Hebdo because it was the only journal to support the end of sport hunting. It was also the only journal to dare challenge the system.

Between 2001 and 2011, the hourly minimum wage increased by 37.78%. At the same time, we have gone to 35 hours, which brings the monthly salary increase to 23.65%, and this, calculated on the value of the minimum wage which represents only 14% of the payroll. Other salaries have rarely seen such an increase.

Between the first quarter of 2001 and the fourth quarter of 2011, the construction cost index increased by 45.6%. Between 2001 and 2011, consumers lost 21.95% of their home buying ability (45.6 – 23.65 = 21.95). It is also 21.95% that architects, craftsmen and builders can no longer offer their customers when they build a home.

The point of equilibrium between the amount of wages and the cost of construction depends on the methods of financing. The longer the loan term, the higher the cost of construction. It is generally considered that beyond 15 years, real estate investment is no longer profitable.

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One aspect of my innovations was to provide high quality insulation with a system of wall and thermal bridging. I had reached a performance never seen before and I passed all the certifications for the BBC and PROMOTELEC labels. The technical advantage of this innovation consisted in lowering the monthly bills on energy both for heating the house, cooling the house and heating water. The savings made on the bills could increase the purchasing power of home owners and compensate the 21.95% loss from their low incomes. The technologies were also meant at creating a capital gain with higher quality woods and technologies. The price of housing was lowered by a simpler design, smaller rooms and a standardization. In comparison, a design that would involve more complicated shapes, larger spaces, over sized windows, roof vegetablization and outdoor decks would increase the costs. The difference from low and high costs would not be determined over the quality of construction, but rather the size, the level of finitions and the shapes. Both benefited from an excellent thermal and acoustic insulation. Both had cogeneration equipment but the structural difficulty brought both kinds of building on a different range of prices.