He looks at me quizzically.
"You don't?"
"I think maybe it's something they made up. So people stop protesting."
I notice that he's touching his face a lot. He hands me the electronic-signature machine.
I tell him it's real.
He considers it.
"Bof," he shrugs, and wipes his nose.
France is going to have a very rough landing in about five more days.