On her sofa, she installed lots of cushions and on the table, a large bottle of water and Doliprane.
It is there, in the living room, that Cécile spends her days.
"I did not expect to be so bad," breathes the 34-year-old Parisian, whom the Covid-19 has been roughing up for six days.
She, who believed herself to be “genetically exceptional”, she laughs, passing since the start of the pandemic through the drops of the virus, finds herself knocked out, as if she had been run over.
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