A trumpet, a notebook, a telephone ... These objects that marked your confinement

While May 11 will be the beginning of the deconfinement for a good part of France, several confined people have agreed to tell us about this very special period by photographing an object that had marked their reclusive daily life. Here are their stories.

Pierre, 31, Caen: "Without hesitation, my certificate"

The certificates completed by Pierre in Caen. Reserved rights

"The stress of not having this certificate, of having gone too far, of having lost it or not well completed, of falling on a picky policeman, of not having any battery when it became digital. Surprise me for having acquired this new reflex to go out, just like taking my keys or tying the laces. Not knowing until when my life outside my apartment would be limited to these few proposals that must be checked, justified, respected ... The certificate, during confinement, was my key to the outside, dark , scary, empty, sad at first ... And bright in recent weeks, to see the others at a distance, to glimpse the end, to no longer risk the fines because the automatisms were there. The paper certificate, of which I kept each paper copy to remember these first strange weeks, like the weeks of May 1940, is the object of my confinement ”.

Charles, 24, Lille: "My notebook"

Charles' notebook. Reserved rights

"I took advantage of this confinement to do introspection and put on paper all the ideas that came to my mind, be it quotes, sports exercises, medicine, nutrition, my own cognitive biases, my trading, investment strategies, my desires, my goals etc. I feel that now I know myself better and that I have come to terms with myself. ”

Marie-France, 65, Talence: "My first stuffed cabbage"

The first stuffed cabbage from Marie-France. Reserved rights

“I did a lot of cooking and testing dishes during this confinement. I could also put a stepladder and a brush ... It is an active and calm confinement. I could enjoy my garden, my house, and sentimental sweetness. I fear deconfinement: am I so old and vulnerable? How to do with my grandchildren: see them or not? What risks should you take or not take to live with the virus? The death of a 50-year-old first cousin raped me a lot and will remain imprinted. And basically I have no confidence in the spirit of responsibility of my fellow citizens. ”

Antoine, 30, Saint-Ouen: "My trumpet (and my plants)"

Antoine's trumpet. Reserved rights

“With confinement, I resumed the practice like never before. With other volunteers, we participated every Sunday in an open stage for which we provided musical entertainment. And, since the beginning of the confinement, we agree each week on a song, we record ourselves, in audio and video, and the song is broadcast live on the Facebook page of the said show. Not only is it a recurring object, this trumpet, but I would even say that the confinement made it come back a little more to the place it had in my heart and in my hands. I had stopped for a few years, I only played it very occasionally. Then I started again at the end of last year. And there, locked up in my house, with an impossible desire to create things, it became even more essential to me ”.

Annie, 59, in Corrèze: "My cell phone"

Annie's phone. All rights reserved.

“The telephone is above all the unique link with my loved ones. It allows me to bear the absence of my children and my grandson that I have not seen since Christmas… It is also my working tool since I am a sales manager with an activity essentially “on the ground”. It allows me to keep in touch with my clientele and my colleagues. I cook a lot, I watch movies, I read but the telephone is the object which, beyond physical absence, allowed me to keep visual and audio contact with this “outside world” which has become forbidden ... ”

Christian, 64, Bordeaux: " My brush and my garden shovel"

Christian's tools. All rights reserved.

“During this confinement, I rediscovered my house and the complicity with the one who has shared my life for ... more than 45 years. I rediscovered the work of the earth (modestly) which connects me to my ancestors and DIY at home which connects me to the pleasure of living there! ”

Camille, 30, Lille: "My decorative pineapple above my bed"

Camille's bed. Reserved rights

"It was with this blunt object that my cat tried to kill me one night. He would have "fallen by accident" but I rather believe in the thesis of the fatal paw. I slept below. Like what, the difficulties of couple during confinement are not only for humans ... "