His place of refuge is located on Broglie. At the top, under the roofs, well sheltered. This is where 19-year-old Heidi lives a large part of her student life, and where she survives a health crisis. “I’m not going to beat, I’m lucky to live in a shared apartment”, specifies the young woman, knowing that the others are isolated. Like many youths, were then limited, living under an 8 o’clock curfew, now at 6 o’clock, in their second year of political science at He.mdi, Strasbourg, adapting to the uncertain circumstances of student life. It is that the coronowire imposes its interim dualism on the rulers and the world.
A generation that suffers from living under a bell
But today, the student cannot take it anymore. There is too much: “For once, I think of myself, of us, and I say that for solidarity. We have done our part. Now give us a piece of life!” He states. Claimed in an open letter to the head of “signed a living dead”. This missile is a bottle at sea. The easiest way to express your discomfort is by a generation who suffocates by living under a bell – in a “sad” [qui] He must have stabbed us to the bone, ”she slipped at the turn of a sentence.
And this, at the age when, with honors for her graduation and her entry into Science Po, she left the family cocoon of Armentières (near Lily) to live the first exciting years of her adult life. , To be invented on a daily basis. Was embarked on the thrill of higher education in a new city, the charm of which was discovered last year. In an age of all possibilities, all university and personal encounters, which will form its history. It is at this time, when the future is reaching out to her, that Heidi is depressed, like many students. And that she decides to take her pen – “in a therapeutic way”, she admits – to put her wave into the soul on a sheet. For Emanuel Macron.
Carelessness that crashes in everyday life
At the beginning of his letter is the genius of a poem: “At nineteen, I think I have died. However, it is snowing today in Strasbourg. Extremely snowy breezes flow across the sky. I would see them warm in my apartment.” Am “. Negligence quickly dissipates during everyday life: Under Heidi Sopault’s illustrative pen, the reader smiles at the snow clearance that tries to” get on the children’s tongue “before it suffers from the raw reality . The world as it is: “But that does not bother me. I have to work. That’s all I have to do, right? “. Heidi then presents the place of her life: her room – which is also her “office”, her “resting place”, “call”, “movie”, “and sometimes even the kitchen”. She describes the resulting mental confusion: “Classes are my room, my room is classrooms. “
“Reality, Mr. President, I have no other dream”
Speaking directly to Emanuel Macron, the woman expressed in silence the experience of many students: “The reality, Mr. President, I no longer have dreams. All my projects are collapsing one after the other, at the same rate as my morale is dropping. This frustration did not come overnight, she explains. At first, the imprisonment had a charm of novelty, with students feeling “ready to show solidarity despite our second semester and crumbling friendship.” But, she says, “Been a while. We’re not a machine, you can’t ask us to work and shut it down.”
The woman feels she is “motionless” and “it is worse every day”, as the ban continues. “Sometimes I cry in front of my computer. My life has no meaning and my future is blocked. I do not project myself too far, to save myself, to kill Hope before taking my other measures. “And to ponder, tirelessly:” If we have no hope or possibility of 19 years in the future, what do we have left? A black hole of “maybe”.
“Do we have to die to know you?” “
And again, the student knows that she is one of those people who are doing well. Many are dropping out of school, losing self-esteem, suffering. These youth who are doing badly, this is the future of the country, Mr. President, and you weaken it, you crack it, you deny it. “And recently take the case of a student throwing himself off the fourth floor in Lyon and whose information” goes through the simple collateral damage of a global pandemic. Heidi asks the head of state to at least make sure to return to the “face to face class” tutorial […] If only in half the group “, so that” hundreds of students “are not” crushed on asphalt “.
“Do we have to die to know you?” »Heidi asks crying. “Economic indicators are not the only ones to support. We are not asking to reopen the bar and nightclub, but simply to go to class. “
Posted on his Facebook page, his open letter was shared more than 1,700 times. Since its publication, Heidi has been consistently shown live on television channels and high-profile programs. Behind his computer, at home, by videoconferencing. Even the BBC contacted him. His call for help was heard. But life goes on: she is partial to this Thursday afternoon. To remove