Captains Log: Strike, Day 1

Public Transport Strike, Day 1:
Wake up early to no sounds or light, but to unbearable cold. Fingers are numb and mind is too. Can think of little other than strong desire to go back to sleep. Team slowly assembles in apartment, hovering around the oven for warmth. We eat quickly and silently on the little food we still have. Once we're nourished we pile into the only automobile for miles. Thomas takes the reigns and Chantal assumes duties as navigator. The first to leave is Mathilde. She stumbles out of car in search of knowledge and friends. I can only hope she has found both. Thomas goes next with a similar mission. Chantal takes reigns of automobile. I finally separate from the team to head on my journey, facing the elements entirely on my own.
Traverse across the Jardin de Tuilleries and start to feel my mind slipping. Thoughts become progressively less sophisticated and ultimately borderline insane. The light is still low and the temperature still frigid. I don't doubt the safety of the rest of the team, though. Their knowledge of the region is strong. Mine is less so. Must rely solely on instincts.
I arrive far too early and start to feel my fingers and toes again. The others stumble in. They are like me: wearied by a strenuous journey through the cold. Used to the comforts of the metro and bus, few of us were prepared for the difficulties we needed to face. By 9 o'clock, I'm one of four who have completed the long journey. The struggles are immense, but the will is strong.
Only seven make it by day's end. Waiting on news from rest. Can only imagine the hardships faced. Walk home is painful but manageable. Many are enduring similar difficulties. The bitter cold does little to help situation. All pray for change in the future. Without the metros, buses and RERs Parisians will continue to drop. We need all the strong people we can get out here. Please send more food and mittens. Will contact soon with more information.