September 12th | 12 сентября
Romain Gressot10.13 a.m. - Ana's apartment
- I'm watching a documentary that Kirill sends me about Crimea's Tatar population, and the territory issues that occurs there.
10.40 a.m. - =
- Making coffee in the kitchen.
- I'm hit by many questions. What am I doing here? What to do today? What to do back in Paris? What to do in Blagovechtchensk? What progress did I make? Who to meet? I should marry a woman that would follow me around the world? Where is this world going, with all these childish politicians public discourses? Anyway, I was stuck in the kitchen couch, stressed under all these questions. I just couldn't move, I had wide open eyes, the coffee glass to my lips, in silence. The brain machine was overheating. Ana and Gemma noticed, and talking helped to reinsure me.
- Ana writes an interesting message on yandex translate about Russian soul and Russian woman.
- I wonder how my telegram channel could help. Could it be a way to work, if there is no official relationship possible to establish between a Russian and de French university? In the, end what is necessary to research is the communication with teachers and peers.
- Maybe I'm chasing windmills.
- I should read about Minsk agreement and what the problem is about around it.
12.26 p.m. - =
- Girls left for work in great outfits. Did not ask about the occasion.
1.53 p.m. - =
- Gemma sends me a link for a university that might be quite interesting for me: The Moscow School of Social and Economic Science.
3.46 p.m. - =
- A woman is crying under the window. I go look. She is next to a young girl. The girl is dead. She probably committed suicide. She looks very young (She is 13 y.o). I get sad and angry. I ask myself a lot of question about it, and realise that I'll never get answers. So I stop.
3.55 p.m. - =
- A plastic is put over her body by rescuers, that don't even try. Definitely too late.
4.53 p.m. - =
- Police and ambulance down. Asking questions.
- Knocks on the door. It's the neighbours. We talk about the girl. Try to exchange info. I struggle to understand. Nobody knows nothing.
5.46 p.m. - =
- I text the news to Ana.
6.42 p.m. - =
- No more cops, no more ambulance, no more crowd, no more cries, no more dead body. It's old story now.
7.19 p.m. - =
- I've been invited to an event at club "клуб". I don't really want to go, but it might change ideas.
Around 8 p.m. - club "клуб" - From memory
- I know nobody here. I try to look for someone I know. I recognise the guy that gave me the address (on the Telegram channel). I salute him.
- I listen to the live music at the bar. I drink and eat.
- I sometimes wonder what I'm doing here, alone, overwhelmed by questions. But I'm here alive and well. All the the worries disappear when I remember that.
- I sit at a table and write a little.
- Two young girls sit in front of me. They want to talk, clearly, so I try to catch their look to say hi and start. But they keep avoiding it, so it makes the situation all weird.
- A guy next to me start talking with me. He's an artist, makes lamps and plays guitar, and also works in oil company.
- One of the girls asks if I want to smoke. The girls (18-19y.o), the guy (40y.o) and I, go for a smoke. We enjoy a conversation and go to another bar.
- I get asked my Id. Also happened at the entrance of the other bar. The bouncer says to my 40 years old friend that politics are discussed in this place. I don't know why but it feels like a warning. So I get in ready to talk politics an engage with anybody that would be looking at me. Privet, privet, privet, kak dela. Ready to talk politics. You want to talk politics? talk me politics.
- It made me think that because of my appearance, I might be assimilated to a politic side and somehow not welcomed. So that's why I acted over open, to quickly detect if, a priori, someone had a problem with me here. But no. Friendly people everywhere. Actually, the bouncer was talking to my new 40 years old friend. So maybe this talk was more for him than I. But I took it for me. Anyway. We have a drink, make a new friend extremely nice that talks a little french.
- We go to Burger King, because girls tell me this is typical, like Вкусно — и точка (rebranded McDonald's). So we go. I'm drunk and act a little silly.
- We get to the Burger King and eat. It's a nice moment.
- We struggle to find the way to the Burger King, because of "ukrainian drones attacks": The 4G signal has been bad in Moscow since these events. So please stop the war guys.
Around 2 a.m.
- I call a taxi, and go home, leaving my three new friends in front of the "typical" Russian Burger King.