Jogging is not allowed during the day, run if you can before 10 am and after 7 pm. I just walk. I ran twice and stopped. The French say, j’ai la flegme. But those who run in the morning and in the evening, they also go shopping at the supermarkets between 10 and 7. There’s always lots of people in the streets. Always. The weather is awesome, so of course it is hard to stay inside.

At the beginning, I thought I would have permanent language lessons online, three to four students a week, but I was mistaken. Since almost three weeks, in order to make some savings to be capable to pay the rent at the beginning of May, I’ve been having my lunches at the church. The flat owner was so kind as to propose me to pay just the amount of subsidies I got from the government. Though, I would rather pay as much as I can.

I’ve got just one active student. The other five I hope will become active once again… sooner or later. With this single student, we have two hours of Russian 4 times a week (at the moment). The prices are really low right now. After the lesson, I go to the church, sometimes also buy something at the oriental shops (tahina, honey), and eat at home. Time goes by so fast… After 7 pm, I go for a walk.

There’s a Balkan family living by the shore of the channel Saint-Denis. The house they occupy was a sort of a service construction which served for some things related to industrial transportation via the channel. The family which counts about 20 people occupies the whole building (two floors). There are women, children, young and adult men. As I pass by so often, we greet each other, and still I’m a bit scared of them. Women wash their house and then pour water from the window on the passage where the passers-by and cyclists come and go, the water then flows into the channel. It doesn’t get worse, you can see many things there: huge dead fish, plastic bags full of garbage, plastic and glass bottles, and other shit floating here and there from one place to another and never disappears. One of the family members, a man with a huge belly and a traumatized eye, is fishing there all the time.

Paris streets became dirty. There are masks and gloves, and charity lunch plastic everywhere, I know its forms ’cause I eat from this plastic myself. I think a lot of the poor get their nutrition at the churches and other free food distribution spots.

I’ve got no news from my ancient Greece colleagues since more than three weeks. The lazy mathematician calls or sends me sms almost every day. I didn’t accept that he borrowed me 150 euros. It’s kind of him, but I would rather not to… No sex with the strangers.

And no house-cleaning any more after the lockdown.