Created by Roger Lecureux and Andre Cheret, Rahan is a comics caractere published in Pif Gadget Magazin for the first time, about 1969. Rahan is a hero of more 180 stories, short (11 pages) or great (about 40 pages) all stories is now in 24 books (only in french version for the moment) more 3500 pages in total. Adapted in cartoon for TV (26x 26 minutes) only in french to. Rahan is very popular in France,he is a classical comics. Just now Rahan have a lot of news, new stories from a new editor and any product about this hero: Toys, pictures, statuette, expose ... and some projects: films and new cartoons ... If you have a editing in a no french language, please contact me with message or an .

	Rahan by Xilam in vidéo You can see the first pictures for the new Rahan's cartoon by Xilam on You tube ... And in English !!! See now on You Tube And you opimion on Rahan.org' s chat (in english or in french).

 

All about new book (june 2008): La horde des bannis (The horde for banned) In french only

Summary of Crao's son (all pages only in french for the moment):

Streets-czech Streets 95 Barbara |work| — -czech

Barbara watches a small demonstration coalesce beneath a municipal office: a handful of parents asking for safer crossings. Their leaflets are stapled to a lamppost, and the city’s bureaucracy replies with a form letter. The street witnesses compromise and stalemate, agreements made in coffee shops, alliances forged during soccer matches. Politics here is granular, stubborn, and woven into daily life. Caring for a street is a distributed labor. Municipal workers sweep, gardeners prune, and volunteers repaint the mural now flaking at the corner. Elderly residents watch the comings and goings and offer advice born of experience. Barbara participates sometimes—helping an elderly neighbor carry groceries, joining a weekend clean-up that turns into conversation and later, into an impromptu lunch.

Barbara’s walk is diagonal across these strata. She moves from a square dominated by a baroque church—its stone dented by weather and prayer—to a stripped-down tram stop whose shelter displays a municipal poster promising “renewal.” Alongside, a grocery run by a family from a small Moravian town sells plums like foreign gold. An old black-and-white portrait taped in a shop window—two men in military coats—still exerts the quiet gravity of a vanished household. -Czech Streets-Czech Streets 95 Barbara

Barbara sees permanence in gestures: the way an old woman always leaves a candle on her sill at dusk, how a children’s rhyme endures despite new curricula, how the map in the municipal office remains stubbornly annotated. These small continuities give rhythm to ephemeral lives. To observe a street is to participate in making its story. There is an ethical problem in narrating others’ lives without consent—turning private grief into public anecdote. Barbara practices restraint. She treats observation as witnessing rather than consumption. She asks when appropriate, listens more than she speaks, and recognizes that some stories are not hers to tell. Barbara watches a small demonstration coalesce beneath a

Barbara’s gestures are small acts of salvage. She visits a forgotten cemetery at dusk that the city has left under ivy, reads out names from brittle program booklets, and ties a ribbon to a wrought-iron gate. Memory is not only a political project but an ethical one: one keeps reminders of ordinary lives intact so the past does not flatten into legend. Observe the street for a day and you will learn its tempo. Dawn is thin music—bakers come early, delivery trucks low and apologetic. Midday opens up: commerce blooms, children run errands home. Twilight is when the street aligns for sociality; windows glow like hearths. Night produces a different choreography—garbage men humming in sodium light, lovers trailing away from neon-clad shops. Politics here is granular, stubborn, and woven into

The street accumulates things: cigarette boxes with stamps from the Soviet era; flyers for lost pets; a child’s drawing of a dragon taped to a lamp post; a bench scarred by lovers’ initials. Each object is a satellite of memory that orbits a particular address. No street is merely external. The apartments that greet the street conceal private topographies. Barbara’s building, unit 95, contains a triangular kitchen with a window looking down on the back lane; it contains the echo of arguments reverberating through cheap plaster; it contains a balcony that has not been repainted in years and over which a vine sends its patient tenacity.

Preface Barbara walks into Prague like someone stepping into a painting that has long been waiting for her arrival. Streetlights halo in early fog; the city exhales history and a dozen small, private violences of modern life. This monograph follows her—not as a tourist’s log, nor as a guidebook’s inventory, but as a single sustained gaze along one path and into the network of streets, histories, and lives that converge at “Czech Streets 95.” It is a study in place, memory, and the uncanny ordinary. 1. The Number and the Name Numbers anchor cities. They promise precision, deliver bureaucracy, and sometimes, in the hands of residents, become talismans. “95” is first a coordinate: a building, a mailbox, an apartment on the fourth floor with a sagging banister. It is also an emblem, a private myth that gathers stories: births, arguments, an old radio left behind with its dial stuck on a wartime frequency. Barbara’s address reads like a notation in a ledger of the city’s small tragedies and quiet rituals.