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Hedy Belhassine

Macron and Ben Salman’s Amusement Park

There are meetings at the Élysée that make less noise than they should, and others that make a great deal of noise for, in the end, not very much — or rather, for something else entirely. Saudi Crown Prince Mohammed Bin Salman’s visit to Paris falls squarely into that second category, and Hedy Belhassine takes visible delight in picking it apart.

On paper, the story of the day was a €6 billion leisure park in Cergy-Pontoise, presented with great fanfare by the President as the biggest deal since Disneyland Paris. In substance, some twenty agreements were signed that day — and curiously, it was the sole manga-and-video-game project that made headlines, while Israel’s recognition conditioned on a Palestinian state, the Iranian and Yemeni threat to the Kingdom, the Turkish-Pakistani-Saudi defence pact, and the near-rupture in Riyadh-Abu Dhabi relations all slipped completely under the radar.

Belhassine doesn’t stop there: he digs up a forgotten ghost, that of Gaith Pharaon — a colourful Saudi financier who, in the 1980s, already owned a 55-hectare plot in… Cergy-Pontoise, where he had built an amusement park, Mirapolis, liquidated two years after its inauguration by Jacques Chirac. A curse that may well repeat itself — unless, as the author suggests between the lines, the real strategic project lies elsewhere: in a certain “Prometheus Plan,” priced at €620 billion.

Hold on tight — the irony here is wielded like a blade.

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Hedy Belhassine — Photo © Joël-François Dumont
Hedy Belhassine

The Iran War Without Iran

Before being strategic, war is geographical. The Arab-Persian Gulf—aptly named—is the demarcation line of imperial confrontation. It is a warm sea, very salty, never blue, rarely tumultuous, trapped between muddy beaches and charmless rocks stunned […]
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And Now for the Peace Nobel Prize the Winner Is…

Suggesting the Nobel Peace Prize for Donald Trump is an act of magnificent audacity, almost as absurd as demanding the Nobel Prize for Virtue for Rocco Siffred. The latter has little chance of ever seeing the light of day because, since 1968, it has no longer been possible to expand the categories. Greta Thunberg will therefore not be getting a Nobel Prize for environmental activism either. Of course, audacity knows no bounds, especially when big egos are wallowing in the swamp of self-importance.

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