Public Transport Strike, Day 2:
Despite horrid conditions, President Sarkozy does not give into demands of public transport workers. The strike, thus continues and worsens. Newspapers cover the story thoroughly. The state of the city and country span two pages that follow 14 pages on Sarkozy's divorce. The emotional turmoil caused by divorce make the days dark.
This morning gives way to another frigid walk. It's easier than yesterday. My body begins to adapt to the difficulties of life without public transport. I pass through the Jardin du Luxembourg. I note that there are plants growing throughout; it has begun to be overrode by vegetation. Anarchy is not far off.
Coffee prices have soared. Croissants are nearly impossible to find. The French have stopped talking about socialism. "Putains" and "merdes" can be hear loud and often. The "politesse" has vanished. Children playing boules have been replaced by old, hairy men who are remarkably unfriendly looking. Did I mention that the metro isn't running?
Arrive at classes. Others arrive one at a time. Wearied and exhausted. Saddened by Cecilia's departure.
The toll of the divorce and strike become clear tonight as Argentina demolishes France in rugby. Many see it as a sign. Symbolic of the nation's destruction. Miss Cleo predicted the loss on TF1 years before, but no one listened. Nostradamus didn't see shit though. Oh well, hopefully Nostra's got it right this time and "le greve" will finish soon. All of France will actually be mortified if they can't see England get destroyed by South Africa in the Rugby World Cup Finals. I think even "la manifestation" is "d'accord" on this one.
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