Episode 12: Healthcare, Take 2
 
A unicorn shows up from Glasgow; my cousin Christie is working one hour a day for $25 risking her life in the hospital system in Maryland. I run out of Oat Milk. Nuns get crazy dancing. 
 
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Episode 13: Finding Humor in Pain
 
Day 18 of Quarantine in France.
We have a family call with my second family (also happens to be the cast of my feature film, "A Baltimore Dream". I can't take pain seriously so I throw in too many memes. Bad news about Tio.
 
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A Touch of Magic in the Days
 
Hi All, 
 
Little moments of magic keep appearing despite the monotony of the days.
Friday was a particularly special day. I had a Zoom call with my second family (my high school theatre ensemble from Baltimore who also happen to be the cast for my upcoming feature film "A Baltimore Dream" - we still have more shooting to do so the release date will be pushed back to next year most likely).
 
Later that day, I went for a walk. I hadn't seen or spoken to anyone off a screen besides the grocery clerk and my neighbors across the balcony in nearly three weeks. I walked to my favorite area overlooking Paris not far from my apartment, and had just witnessed the most gorgeous moment between a couple in love (seen in episode 13), and was headed home when I bumped into (figuratively) an acquaintance on the stairs in Montmartre.
 
B.P. (before pandemic), we run in (or ran in?) the same social circles in Paris. She's an incredible folk and jazz singer from Ireland, and I've seen her perform a few times. 
 
She's also confined alone, but in a space of less than half my apartment size with little to no sunlight. We commiserated in the fact that everyone seems to want to trump you in the hierarchy of pain - "you can't understand what it's like to homeschool three children" or married couples complaining about having their partners around all the time & what they wouldn't give to have all the solitary moments we "get to have".
 
Man, it felt good to complain with someone who understood my situation without feeling bad about it. Just to be seen. I hate feeling bad for myself because I do know so many people have it harder - women/men caught in situations of domestic abuse, homeless people, those with underlying conditions, the elderly...the list goes on. But there is a special kind of pain that comes with being alone like this. I felt seen.
 
That evening was the first time she had seen others clap since her window doesn't open out to the street. We spoke about how this whole thing has made us question our lives in France as expats. Neither of us have partners, pets or family here, so why are we really here? 
 
For her, she's decided she needs to leave. Since covid happened, it made her realize she had built a life on cafés and social outings, and with all of that gone, what was left? (She wrote a brilliant article about it here.) But she stayed during the pandemic out of solidarity for the Parisians & to take care of her elderly neighbor.
 
For me, I still don't know why I stay in Paris except to say, where else would I go? I'm an artist, and I can't explain how inspired I feel being here everyday even now. I have a nice apartment, but I can assure you after this if I see the crack on the walls again, it would be too soon. And yet, the romanticism of Paris has never left me, even with everything shut down; even with the Parisians defying the confinement in their own ways; even with being so far away from my family, there's nowhere else I would rather be. Paris is, in many ways, my life partner...how long a city can sustain me, we shall see.
 
Even though she and I couldn't touch, just being in her energy kept me going for another week.
 
 That evening, I found out my great-uncle (the brother of my grandmother & the youngest of sixteen children) passed away in a hospital in New York from coronavirus. I wrote about how I first met him after he had been jailed for 25 years for a crime he didn't commit here. His story was one for a film (Strange fact: A French filmmaker made his life into a film, and I met him when he was visiting for the premiere.) Family is doing OK but grieving, but we know he is now with my grandmother and all his siblings dancing in the sky. 
 
Love,
 
Meagan xoxo
 
The Current Situation in France
 
Day 22 of Confinement in France - expected to go until mid May. I just got a message from a friend who knows the higher ups (someone always seems to), and it sounds like they will let areas of France out on three different dates - May 4, 11, and 18th. It's looking like Paris will be the last to come out of hibernation.

We had the day with the least amount of deaths in a week followed by a day with the most amount so far which means we aren't out of the woods yet. Participating in solo sports now has a curfew. Previously, I could walk or jog around for an hour within 1 kilometer of my apartment, now I can only do so before 10AM or after 7PM. Luckily, the sun doesn't go down until after 8PM here.

I've been watching the U.S. news and I know they aren't reporting how America outbid France on the tarmac in China to take masks that the hardest hit areas in France needed and had ordered. 
 
In better news, France is to begin clinical trials today with 60 patients in Paris involving transfusions of blood plasma from coronavirus survivors into patients who have severe symptoms in a bid to treat the illness.
 
A Little French Humor
 
TITLE: "Confinement making us crazy"
Kid: "But please, dad, let me take out the trash!"
Wife: "No, it's my turn!"
 
Man on Left: "But how did you put your mask on?"
 
Zorro: "Don't piss me off, Bernardo"
 
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