I'm French 🇫🇷.
I was born in Paris.
I spent 25 years there.
But now: I don't even want to know what happens in that hellhole 💀⚰️.
Not “troubled.” Not “declining.” Not “going through a difficult period.”
No. A HELLHOLE.
A country where everything is dirty, expensive, hostile, bureaucratic and permanently dysfunctional.
You pay absurd taxes for public services that increasingly behave as if providing a service were an unreasonable personal request.
Paris is noise, aggression, filth, traffic, strikes, scaffolding, sirens, queues, broken infrastructure and the constant sensation that every basic task has been deliberately redesigned to waste your time.
Nothing works without friction.
Nothing happens without paperwork.
Nothing can be fixed without a committee, a consultation, a union dispute, three administrative layers and somebody explaining why expecting normality is politically problematic.
The state takes more, delivers less, and compensates for the difference with lectures.
Every few weeks something burns, something stops running, somebody blocks something, somebody smashes something.
France is sinking into barbarity.
I spent 25 years there.
That's enough.