"The enemy therefore limits you gives you your form and founds you". This sentence of Saint-Exupéry expresses our condition fairly well at the end of this first week of 2015. The enemy forces me to evolve according to his codes, within a space he has circumscribed. I am first prisoner. He chooses the field and is trying to stay confined to it. Of the two immutable human data, space and time, it takes me space. Remove the space in time is a bit of Laurel to Hardy. The other unit continues to live, but it is disfigured. She lost the balance offered by the otherness of her spouse. Time is not the same following the space in which it evolves. Geography performs fate with a measure as precise as the hourglass. Read the continuation of "The fate of Charlie"