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For a reconsideration of the rights of faculty members

We

, academic staff working in institutions away from our places of residence, living in a real dilemma, frustration, torn between our family and our professional duties.

Considering the difficulties inherent in performing our duties, we ask:

1) That the roll out of places of residence does not exceed two years (both from one governorate to another within that governorates inside to Tunis) and on the request from the concerned.

2) That the following assignments in recruitment competitions are awarded after consideration of transfer requests to ensure fair treatment for all.

3) That the approximation of the academic staff or spouses, to the extent possible, priority.

4) That a reflection on a lump sum compensation to cover travel and housing is discussed. Such compensation should be paid to those who are recruited outside their place of residence. In addition to the inconvenience caused by the systematic displacement, these teachers suffer from additional expenditure fatally maim their salaries. This compensation (which shall not last longer than the rollover period) would allow greater participation in university life, educational and scientific institutions assignments. (We recall that in the current economic situation in the country, this claim is not a priority in the immediate future but it is a line of thought.)

The revolution that we Tunisians are doing now is a revolution for dignity, or the university today is deprived of a fundamental factor in the performance of his duties: fulfillment. This petition reminds the duty to ensure a quality education and equitable for everyone: constitutional law, should never be considered dangerous, as a chore but as a rewarding responsibility as a permanent source of personal satisfaction. The future of the University of Tunisia depends. We do not call

or demonstration or a strike. This petition is built into the framework of continuous improvement of our work. It aims to bring together a maximum number of signatures to submit this request to the Department.

http://www.petitions24.net/signatures/pour_une_reconsideration_des_droits_des_enseignants-chercheurs/start/50

PS: We recall that this petition is open to any university that recognizes the legitimacy of these claims.

Thanks for your support.

Contact: universitairestunisiens@yahoo.fr

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Milk Makes My Face Swell

Dou3a el el fetet fejira

updates this article I wrote in 2008
I was chatting on msn this morning about the article Manicheus and I wanted to respond by giving you a misadventure happened to me with a Juanito (pronounced "J" as a kh like the Mexican soap operas, I know that the Tunisian champions are all kinds of everything that is Juan Jose, Rachel - Rakel for friends - Blancaflor and other Guadalupe). It was a beautiful
Gharghouri el Kailey of July, I walked near the poverty-stricken campala (campus) as a hysterical watching one of the few taxis that would be kind enough to remind citizens that it has a rokhsa to transport unfortunate young girls like me and not to stick his beautiful yellow box in the garage while snoozing between noon and two in the air conditioning with his wife and children after having eaten and kosksi dele3. I dragged miserably
feet had no real heart to watch these kind gentlemen in 4x4 or even 4 / 4 sheeted (it takes all kinds to make a world) stopping on the bottom side of the road always on the lookout for a female to take on, is by the hardcore of the widow and the orphan and which gained consciousness, wanted at all costs to save my life that I might at once, sure, sunstroke.
so here I am fighting against my clopin clopant bulbs feet (gentlemen know that the tender feet of young girls are often prone to blisters because of heat and sweating) when suddenly appears one of those noble servants of God, long beard and short pants (SONET 3ala allah wa Rassoulou)
I timidly I wore an old red sweater and a skirt half sleeve with small pitch me down below the knees
at some point in Tunisia, it seemed to me that my outfit was the height of bad taste as fashion small pull straps was all the rage.
I think now I'm still not seen the page that fashion is the holy trinity takchita Takriti burkita (Burka)
short I was saying I was hanging sadly feet when Juanito dressed all in blue (probably by reference to its heavenly aspirations) passes me and keeps coming back and looking at me,
I am naive I say here is still a religion which serves to hide the lust. estaghfirou allah; 7ata mel khwanjya ma3adenech Selmin. Juanito
and now looking at two times (which is a great sin in Islam, not that I'm theologian, but as tradition dictates!) Speaks to me gesticulating all its members "Ennesser elkol yoghzouroulek! ! the khala karahab the Khalit 3abed 3ala sakihom! HADHA el kol my ta3rafech 3alech! integral ta3raf ago fajira barra Ostor rou7ek la3natou Allahi alik !!!..." and I will of course pass these charming nicknames this defender of Islam decked me.
I hallucinated I was there! I do not believe my ears;
of one, I was walking quietly in search of a taxi
two I was dressed in my view quite properly, I will still not cover me for a sefsari Juanito n 't be evil thoughts when he saw me and is deprived of paradise (God forbid).
three I do not think I had a seductive attitude to deserve such insults
I looked in front, I was tell home truths about his hypocrisy, when I suddenly realized I was alone as the happiest of my random katouss darech at this time, there was no more car. it is believe that my legendary luck had resumed.
and for the first time in my life, I lowered my head without saying anything for fear of being attacked me physically after this verbal assault, or even receive a squirt of "my fark" the weapon of cowards in the figure .
I was ashamed of myself, of my fear and my country ...
de3it and in my inner "lakom dinoukom dini wa leya, grant that my Islam is not yours. I am not one day have to talk to my children in Tunisia as a teenager my parents talk to me today ' Today the happy days of Bourguiba, I do not tell my children surprised that there was a time when one could walk in love quietly on the banks of the lake, a blessed time when the Grand Avenue was still called chara3 Miami and not chara3 el Sheikh Zayed fi Zemen 9o7eb el el zayed ... "

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Open letter to the government: the Casbah, the repression of shame

Gentlemen

we have, we Tunisian, lived 23 years of dictatorship, 23 years of sleep, 23 years headed a government affected by gangrene to think that the country itself was Fel, and then one day, a man lit the torch, and people did not burn but lit up, our blood has driven gangrene, our blood woke us up and we all thought that it was finally possible, we could write our history, we could leave our children a free country and we thought we could say "at the time" talking Ben Ali, we thought that in 20 years, we tell our children this spring with nostalgia for revolutionary overnight where everything became possible, we'll talk, we will witness the history that we've written and which we remembers every day of every hour, without having reviewed our history lessons, we will say that the unemployed were our liberators, that young unemployed became the hero of the neighborhood, they defended their country spontaneously without belonging to any institution, the Tunisian was "citizen" but repressed by repression. We talk about the blessed time in our history as our parents spoke fondly of Bourguiba and looked away embarrassed when our prying eyes asked them "why did you let him do all the time, what country you have left?" We have torn ourselves our liberty, fought repression.

It was so bloody days of deadly clashes where no one could discern the red flag over the blood of our brothers, sisters ...

And the tyrant is gone like a rat chased him and his offspring into exile. The people chosen are zine, "Dies Irae" days of rage: "God said, What hast thou done? The voice of thy brother's blood cries out from the earth to me. Now art thou cursed from the earth opened its mouth to receive thy hands the blood of your brother. When you till the soil, it will give her strength. You'll be a fugitive and wanderer on the earth. Cain said unto Jehovah, My punishment is too large to be supported. Here, you drive me today of this earth, I shall be hidden from your face, I will be wandering wanderer on the earth, and whoever find me will kill me. "(Genesis 4, 10-14)

The provisional government was then formed, without convincing anyone, and the minions of bin ali still occupied key positions. And then it was a tidal wave that invades the human kasbah, answering the call of the blood of their martyrs, driven by 23 years of misery, may be instrumented, but in any case well defined. The government relented to pressure from the street, and dismiss some ministers and replaced them with technocrats. Most of Tunisia is satisfied and calls for a return to calm, except the minority of irreducible who refuses to end the fighting, which requires the total dissolution of government and the departure of Prime Minister reminiscence of the years of shame. Opinion is divided between on the one hand, the duty of the humanitarian supplies, to provide minimum sanitary condition, and the other does not share their ideas and their struggle they are free to conduct under democracy.

Except that the government did not intend it that way. A bloody battle to dislodge them by force took place, and we had to relive the feeling in the January 28, 2011 before January 14. And our disappointment was great, Gentlemen of the government. Our disappointment was immense against this huge flashback that recalls the dark years of the time benali, where they were oppressed, attacked for the same reasons cited in the beating of protesters in the kasbah, SECURITY!

Gentlemen, you do not understand our struggle! Our fight is a fight for dignity, we have proven through our civic consciousness that we were able to ensure our security. It is our dignity as men we paid the price of blood. The new government has proven once again despite all his promises, my fehemenech elli. Democracy begins with respect for the opinion of the other even if different. In whose name have you decided to attack our fellow citizens who peacefully occupied the premises? Today, I ask for an investigation to determine responsibility of everyone in this battle of shame;

Everything we have done all for naught? Today it is them that beat up, tomorrow will be me, it will be us, because you must understand the governors gentlemen, that despite differences of opinion, classes, religions, gender, we are all united, we all Tunisians and we claim a life worthy gentlemen. The household must be done within your Ministry of the Interior or you will lose all credibility. Do not throw oil on the fire, we are ready at any time to burn us ...

JOLANARE,

Blogger, a Tunisian citizen activist