
Paris 19ème


It was mid-January. The whole world as coronavirus’ hostage. People wearing masks, people coming back home by 6 p.m., people losing their jobs, and people not finding one.
But there are still interregional trains from 10 euros Paris-Bordeaux. There are some flats, for really modest budgets, on the Atlantic coast that have not seen anyone since your last visit in October.
And you book your tickets, your flat and you leave the urban world full of anguish.
To breathe, to breathe, to breathe.
This is how the new year has begun for me.
One of these days, I caught the morning sun and took the ticket from Paris to the zone 5 of Île-de-France. It was a freezing morning and silence poured serenity around me and over the fields on the top of a hill where Jambville village seemed to be on the top of the world.
It is the top of the world, because I can’t stop returning over there again and again, when I am longing for silence, for beauty, for space and for peace
in my soul.




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Good night…
The isolation helped me to prepare the escape plans, in other words, I looked for ideas to go for a walk somewhere else except of Vexin, in Île-de-France. I thoroughly examined every inch of the google maps and photographs, and made a list of things I would like to see. When the confinement became milder, I visited Saint-Prix, a small town just nearby the famous Montmorency Forest, to the nord of Paris, in Val d’Oise. When the weather is sunny, it’s like a small Switzerland, and it is a good option for a not very long walk not very far from Paris (25 minutes by train from Gare du Nord).
Last Sunday I took another direction – to the south-east of Paris. I took the train doing to Provins from Gare de l’Est. In about 40 minutes it stoped at Mormant. From the railway station, it took me two hours walking to the south, where I expected to find a fortified medieval farm dating back to the 13th century. And I found it. There where only pigeons, ducks and me, and it was beautiful.
The farm is called le fief des Époisses. I think the peak of its glory was in the 70s, when it was in possession of the Maire of Mormant Mr. de Wulf, who transformed the farm into a place for musical events. Mstislav Rostropovich gave a concert here one night in 1975, and up to a thousand of people came from France, Belgium and Switzerland to listen to him.
It was later sold to the society Bis which accomplished the restoration works here in order to create a museum of agriculture. This dream didn’t come true. The farm is now closed to the visitors as private property (but is still visitable from outside). As it is the case of so many small historical buildings in France, it has become a place for meetings and seminars.









This strange and full of uncertainty corona-period is, at the same time, quite rich and interesting.
I haven’t seen my family since the last year, and I’m not going to travel to see them during winter holidays. I would rather wait for a vaccine. But I saw Greece this summer, and discovered some new astonishing places over there.
I have managed to find a job for three months: it reanimates my multi-language skills and keeps my mind quiet and busy.
Before starting the job, my mind was (and still is, but to a lesser degree) preoccupied with administrative things related to my new stay permit in France (I am changing status from “student” to “employee”). The procedure now takes even more time than before the Covid-19, and one should have much bigger reserve of patience in order to reach another shore.
The end of the second confinement was a great pleasure because I visited Vexin français. It is still the most beautiful place in Île-de-France to me.
I wish I could better control my anxiety while fixing all the things related to my stay here. I wish I could be more patient and more quiet. Because I am doing everything depending on me and because the rest will be done somehow, without my intervention.

I had an interview for one good near-research, administrative position last Wednesday. The very fact that they noticed my CV and INVITED me for the 1st interview is significant. The salary is 30-35k euros per year, and the person should work really hard, and start straight away (adieu, summer!), making sometimes difficult decisions.
However, they chose another person. Disappointed as I got the decision, I should be perhaps rather happy that it wasn’t me who was chosen ’cause I’m really not sure that such a kind of administrative highly responsible and emotionally hard slavery has any monetary equivalent, and I am not sure that I would be able to endure all the challenges of the job.
At the same time, we had a really wonderful conceptual conversation with the employer. Wish him every success in his missions!
Back to my role of a cleaning lady. Today it’s been the first cleaning after the lockdown, since mid-March. Feel as if I climbed Everest.
тим часом під Кримським мостом у 19 окрузі Парижа, на каналі, пара лебедів звили гніздо. кажуть, 6 яєць висиджують по черзі. вчора бачила обох, зараз – одну (одного). прямо над ними люди поставили огорожу і повісили оголошення з проханням тримати дистанцію і не турбувати, бо пара очікує дитинчат і їм потрібен спокій