Sagot :
Je n’ai pas changé beaucoup de chose mais si ça peut t’aider why not :)
Dear me,
It was important for me to write this letter, especially given the situation.
It is April 8, 2020, or the 9th, and I don't even know anymore, because I lose track of time.
In case you don't remember because 20 years is a long time, when I write this letter, we’re in quarantine because of the coronavirus (or COVID 19, as they say).
We are in the third week of our forties and I am losing hope of spending my summer vacation at the beach. I feel oppressed, I'm suffocating, I need oxygen, how do people who don't have freedom do it?
I need to clear my mind, to project myself elsewhere, in nature, by the sea, in the countryside. I'd like to go outside, in contact with the sky, the air, the birds.
The situation’s serious, very serious, I see the deaths increasing, multiplying, and not being able to do anything, it's sad, very sad.
The worst of it all is the people who do not realize the danger and who continue to go outside, when all that is doing is endangering them, endangering us, and above all prolonging our confinement.
Fortunately, we still have the Internet to keep in touch, with my grandparents for example, who feel very alone without seeing me.
Otherwise, I made a list of what I would do after the quarantine, which is still going on today.
I try to be positive, keep hope and tell myself that everything will return to normal. Even though I know that some people will not be the same and will have lost loved ones.
All French people will be marked by this dark period that will be engraved in history. Also, in us, too, who will forever bear the scars, both physical and mental, of this pandemic
Dear me,
It was important for me to write this letter, especially given the situation.
It is April 8, 2020, or the 9th, and I don't even know anymore, because I lose track of time.
In case you don't remember because 20 years is a long time, when I write this letter, we’re in quarantine because of the coronavirus (or COVID 19, as they say).
We are in the third week of our forties and I am losing hope of spending my summer vacation at the beach. I feel oppressed, I'm suffocating, I need oxygen, how do people who don't have freedom do it?
I need to clear my mind, to project myself elsewhere, in nature, by the sea, in the countryside. I'd like to go outside, in contact with the sky, the air, the birds.
The situation’s serious, very serious, I see the deaths increasing, multiplying, and not being able to do anything, it's sad, very sad.
The worst of it all is the people who do not realize the danger and who continue to go outside, when all that is doing is endangering them, endangering us, and above all prolonging our confinement.
Fortunately, we still have the Internet to keep in touch, with my grandparents for example, who feel very alone without seeing me.
Otherwise, I made a list of what I would do after the quarantine, which is still going on today.
I try to be positive, keep hope and tell myself that everything will return to normal. Even though I know that some people will not be the same and will have lost loved ones.
All French people will be marked by this dark period that will be engraved in history. Also, in us, too, who will forever bear the scars, both physical and mental, of this pandemic
Réponse :
Dear me,
It is important for me to write this letter, especially given the situation.
Its is the 8th of April, 2020, or the 9th, I do not know anymore because I lost track of time.
In case you don't remember because 20 years is a long time, when I wrote this letter we are in confinement/quarantine because of the coronavirus (or COVID 19 for short).
I lost all hope thinking I would spend my summer vacation at the beach. I felt like my freedom was being taken away. I couldn't live like thins for any longer. I am going crazy. Staying at home all day made me feel like I'm suffocating.
I had to clear my mind every now and then, go outside, take a walk, talk to other people. I felt miserable. I desperately needed some human contact. It didn't feel the same talking to my friends on the phone.
The situation was serious, very serious, I saw the number of deaths increasing, multiplying, and it felt terrible knowing that I couldn't do anything about it.
The worst part of all this was the fact that there were people who didn't realize how dangerous the virus was and kept going out. This endangered many people, themselves included, and ensured that quarantine/confinement was going to last much longer than expected.
Fortunately, we still had internet to keep in touch with friends and family, my grandparents for example, who felt very lonely without seeing me.
Otherwise, I made a list of things that I would do after confinement ended, which gets longer as the days pass.
I'm trying to be positive, to keep hoping, and to tell myself that everything will go back normal. Although I know that some people will no longer be the same and will have lost loved ones, I have now learned that life goes on, even without them.
All French people will be marked by this dark period which will be engraved in history.
Lots of love.
