Nantes (and Ottawa) – Apparently, Things Can Still Get Worse

My mum's apartment building, Nantes
My mum’s apartment building, Nantes

I’m almost surprised I’m still in France four weeks after Air France kindly let me board AF457 in São Paulo and dropped me off Paris, the only option left after Air Canada cancelled my return ticket from Brazil and most routes all over the world.  

I’ve been living out of my backpack for four months now. What should have been a three-month trip to Brazil turned into a one-way trip to Brazil—I swear I tested negative when I left!—then into an unplanned one-way trip to France.

Mark and Feng are stuck on one side of the Atlantic Ocean and I’m stuck on the other side—I’m using the word “stuck” for lack of a better term because while technically I may be able to find a flight to Canada and I’m legally allowed to enter the country, travel restrictions in both countries make the trip pretty tricky.

It’s been a while since I’ve been able to predict anything accurately so I stopped making plans. “One day at a time” is the motto for the three of us. When I arrived in France, we were feeling cautiously optimistic. Surely, things would get better in Canada by spring.

We were wrong.

Apparently, things can still get worst.

Ontario entered a new lockdown on April 3 at the same time as France, basically shutting down non-essential businesses once again. After that came a stay-at-home order. Then, six days ago, Ontario closed schools across the province and moved to online learning “indefinitely.”

“What does ‘indefinitely’ means, mom?”

“It means that we don’t know when schools will open again.”

“But what I am going to do? I’m so bored! Every day is the same, I don’t have anything to do!”

Feng looked completely stunned when he called me on Friday night. New restrictions had just been added amid dire COVID-19 projections—currently, the province is recording an unprecedented high of 4,500 new cases daily, but modelling warns it could see over 18,000 new COVID-19 cases per day by the end of May.

“Okay, so where do I start… New restrictions were tightened. New policing powers, checkpoints between Ontario and Manitoba/Quebec, toughest stay-at-home order ever, I can’t buy Mark fucking rain boots and all aisles except food and personal care products—and shelves are empty—are blocked off. No playing outside, no driving around, no curbside pickup, just fucking stay home. For six weeks. At least.”

Comparatively, I have it easy. Lockdown v.3.0 isn’t the strict national lockdown of a year ago that kept most French indoors. Streets are lively, I can go out freely and I don’t feel too lonely even though I miss Feng and Mark. The 7 p.m. curfew is ridiculous, but I break it every night, so whatever. French definition of what’s considered “essential” now includes bookstores, chocolate and flower shops, hair salons and any business selling food—I wish I could buy clothes because I actually need a couple of t-shirts (remember that I packed for tropical Brazil, not France…) but it’s a minor inconvenience.

Feng went from concerned, patient and pragmatic in 2020 to exasperated in 2021. “I can’t work and I can travel. I’m wasting my life here and Mark is wasting his childhood.”

“I just… I’m sorry, I don’t even know what to say anymore,” I sighed. “I don’t even understand how Ontario can get that many cases considering there’s almost no international travel and vaccination efforts are underway. Yeah, variants, whatever. At this stage I’m almost willing to believe in conspiracy theories—basically pandemic will end when government says so. I just find it hard to believe Canadians are just going to shut up and stay home with nothing to do for yet another six weeks after a long, boring winter.”

I’m worried. I’m worried about Mark because it’s not healthy for an eight-year-old kid to grow up in isolation and by the way, online learning is bullshit. I’m worried about Feng because staying home got old a long, long time ago. As for me, I’d like to go home at one point and I’m tired of having to choose where I’m being locked up.

Many COVID restrictions and rules feel completely useless now. At least, last year we were “flattening the curse for a few weeks” and hoping for a vaccine. Now we have several options but I’m willing to bet that getting the population vaccinated still won’t be enough because officials will claim it’s not efficient enough or that “transmission still occurs” or whatever—but hey, it’s perfectly fine, just stay home, order online, study online, meet people online, what are you complaining about?

Where is the fucking light at the end of the tunnel?

So, I guess I’m not flying back to Canada this April, eh.

Self-portrait, place de la Bourse, Nantes, April 18, 2021
Self-portrait, place de la Bourse, Nantes, April 18, 2021

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Juliette

French by birth, Canadian by choice, nomadic by instinct. I travel, write, and get into just enough trouble to make good stories.

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