At a few moments of midnight, they start the countdown. And at H hour, the bottle caps pop. They hug and kiss, wishing each other “Happy New Year”. A New Year’s Eve like so many others. Except that four hours before the stroke of midnight, almost none of the thirty or so guests of this Bordeaux evening knew each other. In the euphoria of the moment, we can hardly believe it.
Everyone will see in this evening the illustration of the magic of the end of the year holidays, unless this is the primary effect of social networks, which we say to ourselves that they still know how to bring people together. Whatever, the essential was in the very moment. ” We pass…