I haven't been feeling much like writing but there are a few touching and funny moments.
Every single day I see the same schoolboy - say around 14 years old - selling nuts for the equivalent of about 10 pence. Sometimes, well, usually, I give him money and through my car window we've struck up a relationship borne of habit.
The other day he grinned "Madame, madame...I have my grades - I had exams." He proceeded to go into a long explanation of which I understood nothing of his school system except he had come 5th out of 32 students.
I was inexplicably proud of him - a poor tall boy in schoolboy shorts selling nuts until 9 or 10 at night in the dark in a main road and he manages to succeed. That's courage.