by Farzana Hakim
Europe Versus The Virus: France, Germany And Ireland
Hi all, its Farzana here, with this week’s Thursday Connectors. I’m really excited about this one, as it’s the first of our European Extravaganzas. Insert imaginary balloons, confetti and cheerful flag-waving folk!
Ah, if only…Shut up, Farzana. Brexit is done. You are over it!
Well, in that case, leaving the state of Britain’s relationship with its European comrades to brew in the back of our minds, let’s head straight over across the Channel, where we make our first stop. We’ve been lucky to have not one, but two submissions come in from France. ‘Oo, la la…’ Please forgive my French. I’m just excited to be able to connect to some fabulous people from all over Europe.
Getting down to business, let’s see how France is fighting the coronavirus. First up is Catherine Bushby Allen, who connects with us from her home in St Cyprien Plage, in France.
Hi Catherine, let’s connect…
My Routine During The Lockdown In France
by Catherine Busby Allen
Since the COVID–19 restrictions have been put in place, I have a routine going. Every morning, I try my best to get up early. As we are forbidden to leave the house without just cause, I decide whether I need groceries or supplies from the pharmacy. If I do, I must fill out a form with all my details, name date of birth, place of birth, current address, tick reason for leaving, sign date and time. The local time allowed to be away from the house is one hour.
Cooking and eating have become a major part of my day and I also spend some time studying French. Most days, I bake bread, cakes or crackers to make me feel productive, because I could happily sit all day either reading, doing maths puzzles or word puzzles. Each day I will make dinner and I will try to include something new most days.
Every day, at least once if not twice, I talk to my family on FaceTime. That keeps us all going! Because the weather is so good here, I sit outside a lot. After dinner every evening, my partner John and I take the dogs for a walk (after filling out our forms).
One day last week, I walked to the local shop which is only a few hundred yards away. When I came out of the shop, I remembered I had forgotten to fill in my form. I had such a fright and ran home as fast as I could, it’s a horrible feeling to be scared!
At the supermarket pharmacy, the floors are marked for social distancing. Most people adhere to it but there are some who will not and it’s very unnerving if somebody is standing almost on top of you, so now, when I’m at the cash register, I stand in front of the trolley in order to keep a safe distance from the person behind. Because we are a little out of the way, we rarely see police, unless we go to the centre of the village. I have only seen them once. One evening, when we were walking the dogs, they stopped and watched us for a minute or so and then they carried on. It’s not nice at all to be under scrutiny, especially since we would never have had any occasion to be in contact with the police otherwise.
Most evenings since the lockdown, we watch a movie. To keep some sort of routine going, we also try to go to bed and get up at our usual times.
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Remaining in France, we head straight to Sartrouville, a bustling town situated on the outskirts of Paris. Here, Iqra Fazal, a local business owner, reflects on how her life has quietened down significantly since the lockdown.
Hi, Iqra, let’s connect.
Stuck Inside The Home
by Iqra Fazal
On March 17th, total confinement was declared in France and a curfew was imposed. My parents and I were shocked. We didn’t think the virus was so serious! All activity was stopped. My father, a locksmith and shoemaker, had not closed his shop for over thirty years (apart from Public Holidays). Not even for one day. Yet, since March 17th, we have been confined to our home.
Every fortnight, the government reviews the situation for a period of two weeks. People who have chronic illnesses are not allowed to go out at all. This includes my father, who suffers from a serious heart condition and diabetes. He’s forbidden to go out except for emergencies ‘urgence de santé.’ It’s hard to believe he has not been outside even once to take the fresh air. We live in an apartment and he hasn’t even been downstairs. As for me, I was looking to start a business course at college. Instead, I find myself stuck inside the apartment with nowhere to go, apart from the market to buy the essentials.
People who can’t work from home, such as key workers, are allowed to go to work. In France, we have been given the right to one hour of exercise outside, as long as we keep to one metre social distancing. We can also walk the dogs in the same manner. To do so, though, we have to fill in a request form, giving the exact reasons why we must go out, referencing our identity cards.
I’ve lived in France since I was born. I have never seen such shortage on the supermarket shelves. It adds to the panic and despair. People snatch foods off the shelves for their pantries. For example, it’s been impossible to get eggs. The trip to the supermarket is especially hard. Before venturing out, for example, we have a procedure to follow: wash your hands, put on sanitizing gel, wear a mask. Once there, we must keep the minimum one metre distance. This is our ‘Mission supermarket’.
It seems as though things will remain like this until at least May 11th. We are told that, from then, small businesses might be allowed to open. As for my father, he will not be opening his store any time soon. He has too many health risks to consider before thinking about getting back to business.
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We’re off to Germany next and our first performance poem on the Thursday Connectors page.