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I was freerer when I was 16.
We also can’t gather in groups larger than 6.
Masks are of course mandatory, even in the street and at the office alone in front of your computer.
I had a lot of hope after the kids went back to school last May: No mandatory masks.
Then masks became mandatory in closed spaces, then on certain streets and now everywhere all the time, except in our own houses. And to be honest, I really don’t know what logic prevents them from pursuing that as well.
Like in the states, you don’t have to wear it if you are eating or drinking or smoking. I just imagine the virus veers around and makes a u-turn as soon as it encounters someone sipping bottled water.
They did start an app StopCovid (when French people want to be catchy, they use English), which apparently isn’t any good. Hadn’t ever heard about it. But when I met a friend for lunch last week the waiter gave us a piece of scrap paper to write our telephone numbers down. “Why?!” I said aghast.
“Contact tracing,” she said calmly, dutifully printing her name in block letters.
I didn’t know at that time that there was an app, so little used as to be almost unknown, but I did smirk a bit at the pretense that these waiters were going to sit down with all these little scraps of paper at the end of day and obediently call each customer to inform them that there had been a positive case in the restaurant at around 1:45 pm.
When you complain about this, people say this insane thing: “cases are going up though!”
To which I respond “SO WHAT?! Deaths are way down.” Generally, I have found French people that I encounter to be mostly somewhat skeptical, but very compliant, with the odd terrified rabbit here and there, like the woman who works on my floor who lives in the suburbs and now bikes to work. I remember her terrified round eyes above the mask under her bike helmet when we took the elevator together. I was wearing my mask under my nose, as usual, feckless égoïste that I am.
But there is a third and in my opinion even more deeply sinister reaction, which certainly exists also in the US. The greens are delighted. They started off jealous (“they didn’t shut down for the US!”) and then found a way to appropriate the lockdown (“see?! We can do it!”) and have now succeeded in fully integrating it into their Great Reset programme. A more callous, self-serving, manipulative interpretation of events would be hard to imagine. They are now jubilant.
Apparently, these new restrictions are part of an effort to get those pesky sociable 20-somethings under control. They keep partying and then infecting their grandmas, apparently. So haha 9 pm curfew should CRUSH their joie de vivre.
My husband’s young cousin has started engineering school in Nancy and he’s been quarantined in his minuscule room.
I can’t help thinking that with all these nonsensical, yet draconian and totally arbitrary restrictions, we are shaping a generation whose contempt for institutions will make 1968ers blush. I don’t know how I can convey the seriousness of government or the difference between legality and illegality, or the relationship between common morality and laws to my kids. Nothing makes sense anymore.Published in